At funeral sides
With widows and friends
The passing wind cries -
Yet, never stops, never ends...
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sometimes I swear I can hear them as they pass by, absolutely great write.
That wind takes everyone in the end. This is beautiful the way you have handled it here.
In the end we all must go but it leaves us torn. Are we pleased that we will see our loved ones again, or are we sad that we will leave loved ones behind. Great poem Smoky.