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The Wounded Wind
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The Wounded Wind

the wounded wind
spirited messages
she does send

disturb not the bark of this tree
ancient soul
it does speak to me

disturb not the pureness of this stream
trickling tears
it does haunt my dreams

the wounded wind sighs
ghostly shadows still dance before her eyes
the wounded wind cries

like the coyote who splits the silence of night howling at the moon
Warning, the wrath of the wounded wind will be upon us soon

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Langston Hughes


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