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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the realm where the winds do whisper, and secrets softly tread, The air is filled with tales untold, and dreams, delicately spread. Gently it caresses the emerald leaves, sharing tales of afar, Narrating stories of distant lands, under the same luminous star. It twirls through the desert’s scorching expanse, lifting grains of timeless sand, Sharing echoes of ancient times, from a distant, arid land. Crossing over majestic mountains, where peaks kiss the heavenly blue, The wind carries the solemn silence, of vistas vast and true. It glides over the ocean’s endless dance, where waves eternally meet the shore, Whispering tales of distant realms, and ships that sail no more. Through the verdant forest, where life buzzes in hidden nooks, The wind tells stories of the earth, in every cranny and brook. Sweeping through the city’s hustle, amidst the chaos of human art, The wind gathers every joy and sorrow, from every beating heart. It meanders through the fields of flowers, where colors wildly blend, Sharing fragrances of blossoms, in a perfumed, heady send. Every whisper of the wandering wind, is a messenger, undefined, A bearer of the world’s chronicles, and emotions, unconfined. If we listen with hearts wide open, to the gentle, roaming zephyr, We might hear the world’s heartbeat, and find our souls, tethered. Through every gust and gentle breeze, may our spirits freely roam, Connecting with the world’s whispering winds, in the spaces that they comb. And in the quiet, may we hear the subtle, intimate threads, That weave us into this tapestry, where the wandering whisper treads.
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