Wind swept the past

Brother,
Please do not ask
From where he comes
And let open the doors.
Do not ask where he goes
And let clear the roads.
He comes and he goes
Nobody knows
Unless the strange Master
Who holds
The book of itinerary.
He let loose the leaves
And wind swept the past.
The unseen mighty wind collects
Each and every whisper of the human souls.

* [Salutation! For the return of soldier's ashes who was killed in Iraq.Bryce Gautier will be buried today at the Riverside National Cemetery.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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