Chaos
i have often wondered
where the strong winds come from
i think it must begin at the place
where small breezes meet
then fight for the space there
and in their passion for dominance
create the chaos
which throws my hair into my mouth
brings tears to my eyes
and leaves me standing there
in awe of the power
of something i cannot see
where the strong winds come from
i think it must begin at the place
where small breezes meet
then fight for the space there
and in their passion for dominance
create the chaos
which throws my hair into my mouth
brings tears to my eyes
and leaves me standing there
in awe of the power
of something i cannot see
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