“web of deceit”

Chicano Fire Poetry

Chicano Fire Poetry Tuesday, April 23, 2013 The Dark Wind I am the dark wind that caresses your face at night, and the tears you shed in the moonlight. I am the one you will never forget, because I am your destiny. A figment of your imagination, the beating of your heart the soft tender sigh, when we parted ways, all point to the fact, that I still reign within your soul, although it can never be, for the dark wind, can never be owned. You may spin a web of lies and of deceit, and say you