Future Winds 
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A light bathes your form 
In a pool of a warm breeze 
The great glowing sphere 
Rises again with ease 

The heat stirs the air 
As the breeze turns from a creep 
To winds licking at your fur 
And disrupting your sleep 

You rise to greet the new day 
And as you rise you sense something new 
A scent of purity 
A wind of change justly due 

These apparitions of yours 
What do they mean? 
What is this sense you feel 
This sense that you feel so keen? 

To live, to love 
To die, to hate 
No one can escape 
The future winds of fate