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Winds of Love
Chinook winds whisper softly
as lover's breath in spring
promises of wanton lust
desires of passion bring.
Summer winds brush rosy cheeks,
his hands smooth tousled hair.
Rapturous murmurs in the night-
her perfume lingers there.
Autumn winds blow dry leaves
fulfilling nature's need,
amassing beds on forest floor,
accepting fruitful seed.
But beware, the winds of winter
blow harsh and bitter cold,
tearing at the heart and soul
as countless tears unfold.
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