Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled
Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in
Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep
Yawning he shut off the TV. He wanted to live in that moment forever.
Cuddling underneath his fleece blankie he smiled
Outside the wind is shaking the windows wanting in
Sound of the crackling flames in the fireplace lull him almost to sleep
Yawning he shut off the TV. He wanted to live in that moment forever.
Outside all was quiet except for that ever-present northern wind
Ugly clouds shouted that something bad was coming
That put Kristoff into an even more foul mood
Pulling duty in such a remote Nordic section of the kingdom was horrible
Observing his youth and career slowly blowing away in this wasteland was worse
So deep he was in his musings that he didn’t hear the twang of the released bowstring
The snow soon covered up the red stain
Dramatic undulations littered the moving landscape
Under the constant onslaught of sun and wind
Never the same from minute to minute
Entropy hard at work
Ravages of time and oxidation scarred the urban landscape
Under that dilapidation lies the proud and the mighty
So many, now one with the dust below the decay above
The wind blows red. The bleeding continues.
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On top of my boogie board
Care thrown to the wind as the wave breaks
Everything screams go as I start falling downward
And the wave carries me towards the awaiting shore
Now time to pick myself up and find my next ride
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Knees are not the only things left open to the wind
Iain strike a pose, daring the world to comment
Loving his Scottish roots
Tartan waving bravely in defiance
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Dirt coated the remnants of civilization
Underneath the grime, the dead cars told a story
Silhouettes burned into the pavement eternally listened
The wind moaned at the ending
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Viewing the horizon, you fall to your knees
All of that sand, ripples carved by the incessant wind
So much nothingness, and you feel despair
Throwing yourself onto your back you make a sand angel in a call for help
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You shout into the wind until you have to steal some or pass out
Every part of your being is still so upset. You bow your head down
Lamenting how life can be so unfair, it almost crushes your spirit
Lifting back up your head you begin to scream once more
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Green traffic light cuts the darkness
Opening the way for me
Feeling the pavement pass under my wheels
Outside becomes surreal
Racing through this new reality
Itching to shift it into the next gear
Throwing caution to the wind, I do it
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