Wind in the mind
Blows high, blows stiff
Scattering them all places,
Lost memories in an old cold box .
Waving to the past,
To a shrunk black shadow.
On the left embers
She sat alone
And wept.
Tears in the eye,
In the spirit, a creepy cry,
In the mind, echoed lie,
In-between, a voice shouted good-bye.

© OUADIA E.G