Tell the Wind
Tell the Wind
perhaps your life is
made of desperation
illnesses and sometimes truth
people disappoint you
family disowns you
and still you exist
still you wake daily
take up the reins of your occupation
to spend precious time just doing
perhaps your life is
molded firmly
desire being for just one more day
one more hour at the stone wheel
but, you can tell the wind
you can breathe into it and breathe from it
and perhaps you will receive an answer
just tell the wind
C2026 Thomas Lee Rhymes February 12, 2026
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