This is a time of tumult all over the world.
Wild Winds Blowing
There are wild winds blowing up rain and fire
People crying and dying and killing and sighing
Oh, my soul is aching to leave this body-- dying
And I come and write these words because I'm trying
To tell the world to stop all this hating and dividing
But I am weak and worn and losing my desire
As the wind and the rain has overcome my fire.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-09-05 at 20:16
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