Fresh winds of change

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I heard their silence

in the winds of discontent,

echoes joining in

the growing chorus.


Hoarse coughs and splutters,

cleared blocked passages.

Throttled resonance

found strange bedfellows.


Aching moans and groans

rose in harmonious howls.

Dissenting voices

rising in the air,


leaving trails of dust

on the graves of buried bones.

New songs composed

for fresh winds of change.


I heard those voices,

recognizing yours and mine-

no longer silent

in the breaking dawn.