The winds of discord are warm, arid, and empty;
Like the vacancy of places long since abandoned where the only thing louder than the silence is the eerie rustling of things left unsettled…
Unlike the fresh cool breezes of spring or the invigorating first flurries of winter these tepid dusty winds offer no comfort as they fail to lift and carry away the heaviness on my heart.
©Dani
Nov 15, 2021
a Heart on the matter 
Beautiful and also very deep. The thoughts are very heavy on the heart. The picture is perfect.
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Thank you sweet Cindy. Your thoughts are always appreciated. 🙂
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I hope you’re not as sad as this sounds.
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Thank you sweet Melody. I’m all good. Just lamenting on some troubling times. 😀
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