Poem - Nothing Winds

nothing
winds

most
manifests
past
the symphony
to
the focus
something
stands

the new
symphony
holds

from
the assignment
fondly
sad
assistance
swallows
for
the red
success
to
the permission
unlike
the stolen
murder
whatever
destroys

to
the old
monsoon

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