Dan Enache Poet Free verse

The wind blows fiercely tonight, carrying with it cold whispers

The wind blows fiercely tonight, carrying with it cold whispers,
And my thoughts fly to the boys in the forgotten row of life,
I hope some of them find solace in a bottle of red wine,
For on the edge of that world, you clearly see how everything is locked and barred,
You realize every corner already belongs to someone, with locks on the gates,
That's how our democracy works, a well-directed play,
Where you get what you can, keep what you have, and maybe add more,
If luck wills it, if the wind doesn't scatter your dreams,
That's how dictatorship works too, only there slavery comes to life,
And the lost are swallowed, forgotten like shadows in the dark,
But we have forgotten our own, let them disappear into the wind,
In both worlds, you feel the cold, harsh wind piercing the soul,
It reminds you of our collective loneliness, of indifference,
And in this wind, which knows no borders or regimes,
I realize we are all lost travelers, without shelter.

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