Gen I Walked With The Wind

I walked with the wind on a desolate hill
And the voice of the wind was keening and shrill;
The knife she held in her delicate hand
A slim, steel blade to sever the mind
And my mind spun free on the desolate hill
To the voice of the wind e'er keening and shrill.

by Mill Field

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