Night Winds
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
Adelaide Crapsey
The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?
A breath of wind passes through the trees, but it’s no ordinary breeze. The speaker feels it as the very same wind that blew when the world was still chaos—before order, before measured time. That ancient origin makes the sound unsettling and oddly personal.
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