The voices in the wind
Grow louder,
Whistle past,
Circle you,
Encompass you,
Until they seem like
Voices in your own head.
They whisper at first,
Grow stronger and speak up,
And before you know it,
They’re shouting at you,
Ruling you.
Its time to awaken
And wash the noise away.
Herculean effort for those
Grown accustomed to
Playing by the rules.
Once cleansed,
The arena clears
And the game brightens.
Every move, an idea of yours
Every fall, a consequence of it
But the goal scored smells of you
Fragrance of your sweat
Shimmer of your thought.
The voices in the wind
rustle past – you’re unscathed.
Ah me, this is a real game.
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its simply magical.i just love it.read it over 5 times, and will read it many more times.
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