Spirit Wind

you breathe gusts of wind a breeze against the flush of spring the rush of wings leaves winter's freeze and places trust in the season's seeds this grace must lead to the brush's creed a crop of trees for the birthing breed of men on earth whose first word told they will believe in and spend their feet on strolls through eden

after all no apple or man could fall to sin unless they'd first grappled with a gust of wind

you send gusts of wind out and trust that though devout your men may doubt in the friend they've got and their faithful sender for though they're playful their hearts are tender and pulled apart at the slightest measure bruised and baffled a man's heart is often used like apples and though they trust in words they've spoken when a heart is broken the cure is hope because a heart once opened can never close and despite your wrath there is life in the leaving and a path out of edenĀ 

after all no apple or man could fall to sin unless they'd first grappled with a gust of wind

you spill gusts of wind like a film of skin across the busts of men a crust against the hushed within a dust across us slim and thin crushed under the trill and din our hearts are grim and doubt filled things brushed aside without a blink pushed inside they stink and swim with lust and pride we watch them sink

 

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