The Hollow Wind
The Hollow Wind
at 3am
winter streets
are dark
empty, silent
but for
the hollow wind
which blows, howling
carving out
a tunnel, with
its breath
to carry
the bitter
snow chilled
air
on its journey
The Hollow Wind
at 3am
winter streets
are dark
empty, silent
but for
the hollow wind
which blows, howling
carving out
a tunnel, with
its breath
to carry
the bitter
snow chilled
air
on its journey
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