Tag: The Wind Speaks

• Tempest Born

  

  The wind does not move. It takes. The storm rips, devours, remakes—not as it was, but as it must be. Chaos does not ask. It does not wait. It just is.

  ❄️Siearra Frost❄️

  May 5, 2025

  Poetry

  chaos, creative echos, hidden echoes, Life, poem, spiral thinking, Storm born, The Wind Speaks, writing, written chaos