The wind of the west blow stiffly
Slam the walls and the windows
A piece of paper with words, name, and mind of wisdom
Has been swept away and separated from the pile
Flied away, up and down, right and left
Gyrate and slash the breath of life
Fall into the stream of gutter
The paper attached and dragged freely
Tarnished by the water of bleak
The pale crawling and fills the fiber
Lay aside the faded wise mind and words
Replace with dirt and muck
Washed away in the flow of dull
Forgotten and gone
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