Outside–
The wind is cold, biting, and eerie
as it sings a song to me this morning
like an oracle
channeling portents of dread
or a medium with an incomplete Tarot
staring blankly at the future
that won’t happen.
The Wind
Outside–
The wind is cold, biting, and eerie
as it sings a song to me this morning
like an oracle
channeling portents of dread
or a medium with an incomplete Tarot
staring blankly at the future
that won’t happen.
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