Skyward

It's not the whistling of the wind
that hurts the ear
Nor the drum roll of thunder
that darkens the night
It's a cold neglect
that encloses a heart
It's a chilling whisper
that weakens the mind
It's a wailing spirit
that is unable to fly

by Suzette King

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