That is about the west wind,
No more odes or eulogies,
It has battered lives,
Of thousands in a go.
Now it is punished,
To stay within the walls,
You hyper active being,
Breathing greed since birth,
Now stay within this 4 foot attic,
With no scope to escape.
Universe will call you back to your role,
Until then sleep.
– Emily Parker
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