The Winds A Weeping

Even on the saddest day.
Which is the longest day.
The skies could not cry.
The shock left not a tear to shed.
Not even the skies nor I could mourn.
Dry as the desert.
Empty as the clouds.
A soul of excellence among the wind.


- Asia Aneka Anderson, The Winds A Weeping 2016©

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