The Winds' Cries

Right before dawn,

I open my eyes,

to listen to the winds’ cries.


He howls with pain.

He sheds his tears.

He begs for forgiveness,

but only thy unknown hear.


I then close my eyes

And try to listen,

but it’s far too late,

for she has gone to another dimension.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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