Whispers In The Wind
Such softness can manipulate and bend.
In the breeze, relax and feel at ease.
Whispers in my ear, with intent to please.
As clouds begin to grey, and come our way.
Whispers begin to scream, as it starts
To rain.
Not far away the sun will come out once
Again to play, bringing our way the
Brighter day.
Once again we can hear the sweet softness
of the whispers in the wind
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