Progression HaltsA Poem by Victor ChavezWind Blows in all directions.
The pedals are green
A hint of yellow peers through the edges The wind moves The wind alternates Passing through along the ledges I see the change, and have come to know it For when the wind blows, time will start again And when it does, I will stop again. © 2017 Victor ChavezAuthor's Note
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Added on February 26, 2017 Last Updated on February 26, 2017 AuthorVictor ChavezCAAboutI'm attempting to unravel the complexity of the world through words. more..Writing
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