Runaway Winds

The burning leaves left a smoke that started to hurt the meadows and the stones

Broken latches of rustic attachments peeled the barks from the bones

Against the army of unknowns once they fought for their homes

And now he’s run out of roads, searching for new destinations and new clones

It’s hard to keep a hold of the touch that pressed its way in to walkout

It didn’t matter to the seasonal winds but the branches of tree cried out

For years they melted in each other’s arms but the blaze of spring caused a drought

The wind seeks refuge in others and here the old smiles of death begin to sprout

Muzaffar Ahmed

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