The Wind
The Wind
They say the wind holds many secrets
It blows by hearing what should never be said
Words of anger and hatred
Dreams and fantasies shared between lovers
Then it moves on touching others
Listening to what they have to say
It hears everything and remembers all
Still the wind flows on as if it doesn’t care
All you hear is the movement of the wind
Drifting by as it swirls around with sweet scents
Touching the land, the water, the buildings and the clouds
Despite all that the wind travels in silence
The wind never shares its secrets
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