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What Whispers the Wind.
The winds is too haunting its dour, dreary and daunting its voiceless song is wanting for souls to listen it flaunting Its whistling tunes that play eerie melodies of dismay oft sweet, oft an angered fray they beckon me to come away From my souls lone sojourn where the ashes never burn to reach out for what I yearn learning to forget, to unlearn The winds are too disturbing and the chills are unnerving so guilty and undeserving of memories they're reserving They are calm as moonlight and a lonely souls delight whispering sharp yet slight with many a secret to confide And I listen with attention rapt at the words so true and apt to souls that the winds trapped that apprehensively adapt The winds are so tantalizing mystic, musical and surprising tapering and quickly rising hypnotic and channelizing They bring what we forget all our pain and our regret words meant to remain unsaid truths and the lies we dread They are calling me desperately the song turns a woeful plea and I wish it would swallow me with the whispers I long to flee And be a secret of the breeze the incessant mourns that freeze the souls passing by the trees the singer that no one sees Setting my shivering soul aflame my minds peace it can't reclaim at times it whispers Your name subtly, I whisper back the same.
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