winter winds

Nothing is set in stone.

We go whichever way the winds have blown.

We float away into the sky

or weigh ourselves under and struggle and die.

Always at the mercy of a strong breeze

with little movements meant to pacify or please,

always for the wrong reasons:

battling winter winds in summer seasons.

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