Written on March 6, 2025
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Wind grieves, singing her song to the twilight Breathing stories of a distant sun, Pulsating poetry in rhythms of blue blessings, Touching the night the way hope sighs Erasing the silence and coloring the still With a whisper, misty eyed and effervescent.
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