Turn and face the wind,
And feel the voice,
Touch your skin.
Close your eyes,
And drink it in.
To your past,
You are akin.
An unknown something,
Makes you stir.
What’s behind you,
Is a blur.
Some people, paths, and places,
Are familiar yet unknown.
You see no one with you on your journey,
Yet you never feel alone.
Yesterday is always there,
Standing quietly by your side.
Forever it is with you,
As your mentor and your guide.
Whether it slaps you in the face,
Or nudges at your back.
The wind is your friend,
And helps you down the track.
No matter if it roars,
Or sings a lullaby,
It always blows around you,
And will never say goodbye.
So, rejoice that it’s there.
Know the power of your yore.
Seize the moments of your day,
And treasure times that came before.
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