Etheree Somehow
H Heather Burns
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WINDS OF TIME
ETHEREE
Winds
of time
keep howling
disturbing her
voices in the wind
still cry out in the night
reminding her of someone
blowing him in her direction
the winds of time are ever present
waiting for an invasion of her dreams.
(c) copyright heather burns
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