Wind- Beautiful, Beautiful Wind
Wind, as it rustles through the trees,
How it moves with no freeze,
Swiftly as it crosses my face,
How delicate and fragile
It does not even leave a trace,
The scent, the scent of fresh
Fresh, a fresh beautiful breeze,
Feels, feels nothing wrong
Everything is a-long
Copyright © Amanda Governale | Year Posted 2009
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