It is said; if you wear an ugly face
When the wind changes –
Your face will stay that way.
If the wind changes
While my heart is broken –
Will it stay that way too?
From the west it came
Carrying dust and sandflies.
My skin dried and grit filled my eyes.
I felt I’d never be the same.
This ill wind had blown no good.
To my despair was added discomfort.
Hopes for peace had come up short –
I let myself fall.
That describes depression perfectly, dear Andy. I hope that wind didn’t blow in your direction. Sending you a big hug again, XxX
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The hug helps 😊. Thanks Patty 🙏
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Good! If I remember correct, you have a beautiful family…but glad my hug, from a caring neighbor-friend, helps 🙂
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all hugs help 🙂
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