Creatures In A Wind

So fragile in a wind
there are ones friend
to what damaged skin
and allowed hurt in.

Cold the world turns,
morph we do or burn
in a cyclone we yearn
for maturity to learn.

What in youth let go
we upward softly grow
warm though a snow
bites us bitter at toes.

Change we will like it,
in flowers a light it hits
as we change years lift
past trips of us so adrift. 

Know what we now are,
according to our scars,
beasts with atoms bizarre
who travel winds so far.

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