Impatient Winds
With my weary steps
my weary shadow
sways and staggers
slowly,
as impatient winds
nudge me on and I
must obey
grudgingly;
for now I must leave
this ancient vale in whose
deep, loamy bosom
lie
living memories
of living yesteryears,
loved ones for whom I
sigh.
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