still feeling poetic

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Soooooo beautiful outside today! What is it that Morgon says about the winds when he's holed up in a cave on the mountainside?


Call them out with your harping
Entwine your silent voice with theirs
Roaring, snarling, calling, calling, calling.
Let them heal the jagged tears in your soul
As they wear at the boundary between you
And them. Feel them
playing the strings of your heart,
Tugging at your shape of living flesh
Feel them in the tears on your cheek
And be free.