November wind

Can you hear
the whisper of freedom—
a faint voice
from a distant kingdom?

I am the November wind,
traveling the streets,
slipping through your fingers,
blowing over broken dreams,
tugging at your heart,
stepping into the chaos,
breaking through the clutter—
the madness,
the noise

I am the November wind,
the breeze of hope,
the flow of life,
drifting in through the window,
moving through the wilderness,
the voice of truth,
the Prince of Peace,
the stillness knocking
on the door of your soul