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Every Wind
By Dominick Cortes

Every glance towards a calm day
Invokes love from the dead cracks of the ground,
A never-ending toture starts to rise once more
Tears of old and new flow through my day, haunting every moment

Every thought of you summons a spiral of hope
And everytime the raging winds runs its courses
It begins and ends the carange of my heart,
The dream is never a reality

Whispers and Whimpers hum for my safty...
Sadly, I'm already lost my second wind.
I'm the Dead wind of the still Night
Never able to renew fresh winds to move on

My sorrows consume me and as it grows and festers
It becomes a hurricane that destroys everything in sight,
Not friend or foe is safe...Just to stop the pain
Regret seeps in as the flames die out.

So don't you see? You're my curse.
The fog clears to show your face
And your falling tear
Your love is the contradicting squall in my heart.