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The Face Of The World
Winds of Change
“History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again”. — Maya Angelou
The face of the world changed today.
A bright wind peeled back the weight of years.
Trees surrendered their old garments,
waving a brave goodbye.
My path was painted anew
in reds, yellows, and bronze.
I walked into the blazing sun,
my pulse quickening
to Autumn’s music.
My steps a soft drum brush,
leaves crackling,
colliding, scattering
beneath my feet,
whispering with possibilities.
A flock of black birds
rolled across the sky like smoke.
They dropped to roost
and the treetops began to sing.
The wind swept through,
reminding branches to bend,
nudging seeds toward sleep,
urging them to become.
I climbed the hill.
The horizon opened.
The air was sharp
with the scent of fall’s…
