The wind picked up, bringing a familiar smell with it.
In a rush I was taken back.
I smiled, but the moment zipped on, the gust was
I went farther back.
My smile faded.
The smell landed like a delicate autumn leaf
In a pile. In my chilly past.
I closed my eyes, but the pain went on, the cut was
I shook the smell off.
My eyes opened.
Who can control the wind and whatever it brings?
In seconds it can ruffle my mind.
I watch the skies, but the clouds often gather
I learn to bend.
My mind is mine.
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