I hear the wind outside my window
Without a forest to wave it through
Without the mountains to guide its way
Without the clouds to give it snow
I hear the wind outside the door
Without the aching winter chill
Without the power of northern gale
Without the moonlight on the floor
I hear the wind and hear the past
Without a way to bring it back
For nothing is ever meant to last
Nothing is ever meant to last
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Ikodo Moonstrife
I really like this poem. I've always liked dark and emotional poems, especially ones similar to this that draw subtle comparisons between nature, our surroundings, and our experiences and emotions.