the wind and her servants

anjd the voices of the past

spoke to me

through the wind and her servants

sometimes a whisper

almost as silent

as a wordless wraith

at others a banshee screaming aloud

of the  pain and hopelessness

of lost futures

they spoke through the trees

arms outstretched

as the wind formed music from their thoughts

remember me

when you feel the breeze upon your skin

know me again when I take the air from your lungs

with the force of my passion

for i am all

and always have been

the past the present the future

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