The Light

The box held a light

Stoic

Breathe easy

Misunderstood flicker

Whistling winds

Threatening

Cancer-like

And then it bled

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Windy

The images inside my head play, like a kaleidoscope, spinning, like a body twirling in a wide open field, arms outstretched, eyes closed, savoring the feel of cool summer breezes, wavering through whistling leaves from neighboring trees, blowing helplessly in the wind, never-ending.