Changing Winds

It felt so cold,
When it brushed my arm,
But it then it circulated,
And now it’s warm.

The winds of change,
That blow through here,
Freezing the mind,
In a thickening air.

They cover the strong,
And shudder the weak,
Yet in my temperament,
A new truth leaks.

As with those winds,
I will storm this path of mine,
Brushing the arms of the forgotten,
Leaving the weak behind.

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