the diamond of the wind

wind poetry

How

many breaths

has one tear

aged into morning

 

long

sigh that lays

on the earth

as a swollen hand

 

being

this whisper

as a giant

stretching down

the precipice of clouds

 

without

the final cause

we release our cries

to scrape

the wind

Nihilistic Poetry

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