NaPoWriMo 2015 Post #3 Winds

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Fallen pink petals carpet the ground
Winds blowing through the trees
Fills the afternoon with rustling sounds
Dried browned leaves dancing around
Oh winds how I wish you could carry away
The melancholic thoughts that keep me bound
Perhaps then I won’t feel like a wind-up clock
On a dusty shelf way up high tightly wound

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