The Wind

My how the wind, the wind with its glorious self righteousness
soothes me, moves me to action, aids in my quest for peace
The wind sees all and knows all
It carries your whispers into the night'
and dreams into the day
The wind, the wind its power self evident
The wind, a healer of seasons, destoyer of lives
The wind someday shall carry me away to a better place

Felicia Maisey
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