The Wind

The wind is always whispering the truth

through the rustling of the leaves on the trees

and as the breeze kisses the tall grass

and wildflowers in the meadow

and we all hear it

but we’re too afraid to listen

 

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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