The mysterious

It goes and comes like the autumn winds

Strong then hardly a thing
What makes it grow
What makes it sing
What makes it hide
What makes it sting
Watered through the summer
Life then is vapor
A rock turning to sand
Sinking where feet should land
Turning darkness inside out
Twisting daylight by word of mouth
Wishing seeds blown astray
Empty fountains where dreams were made
Do not go here 
Do not go there
It is love disassembled fear.

 
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