Monday, October 6, 2014

Friend and Foe

The wind lead her here
To face familiar fear
It blows from behind 
Ushering her mind
She puts up a fight
But the wind's always right
It whispers console,
"Let me take control"
She surrenders her will
But fear remains still
Coiled like a vine
On her wit it will dine
"Trust in my reason"
Howls the wind without season
And off they flew
Into the fearless blue

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