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The Wind
Whisperer of the ancient tales,
Breath of the Earth that gales.
Daylight's gentle breeze,
And dark night's howling trees.
Bearer of seeds and carrier of scents,
Sculptor of dunes and herald of storms.
Invisible traveller and caressing lover,
Tender murmurer and refreshing cooler.
The wind, an unseen wanderer,
A blind, playful squanderer.
It sweeps the Earth with gentle fingers,
In every nook, its demeanor lingers.
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Saivi Kurian
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