I scream to the wind
That blows through forest
And grass and me
I scream to the wind
That howls and cuts
Ice cold, hoar sharp
I scream to the wind
That whines and listens
Not to the pain
I scream to the wind
And cry my fear
Cold, unheeded, alone
09/02/2004
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