Whistler Of Winds
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Whistler of winds
Of Zephyr competitor
And
Yet boon most of friends:
You
Find in the Spring whistling
At night to ghosts and
Shrouds and rattling skeletons
In cemeteries:
Amidst the yews around
You find him there.
And
In the chill of winter
He
Attaches himself since olden
Centuries
To buildings
Dreaming houses
Sleeping breath and
The in-turmoil of sub-conscious reigns
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