In The Wind
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a feather goes by
blowing in the wind,
and then back the other way
in a dying tailspin-
it comes
it goes,
wherever
the wild wind blows-
and so, the vain plans of man
like a house built of straw,
it all rises...
only to fall-
as a vapor
riding in the wind,
we're here just a moment
then, gone once again-
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