Take your place with the winds that bite,
Ever closer to those in flight.
A whisper borrowed for the night, too soon,
Will shake the leaves from their cocoon.
Ever after, to her, take care.
I'm going back, a place not there.
The fading sounds, a familiar drone,
A day embraced, I’ve never known.
I’ll wait alone with hands that bind,
The hope, to chance ne'er to find
I’ll find my place with the winds well-torn
A breathless whisper, already gone.
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