As it disrupts all in the house,
Curling and dancing around everything about,
Paper flown,
Cups spilled,
Curtains parted,
And all the while they just sat and watched,
Watched the wind push around the contents of their home,
Their possessions lay strewn across the floor,
Ruined by the water and wine they had drank that night,
This wind that blows over all things,
It just disrupts the current flow of energy and the night,
Well the night was spent in silence,
Not a word happened to slip from their lips,
Not a syllable to grace the tongue of them,
Just the whistling wind and its leftover destruction
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