Whispers of the Wind
What secrets does this unseen power hold?
Whispers of the Wind
In the quiet
of the evening hour,
With gentle sighs
and playful tunes,
It dances
beneath the silvered moon.
Through the trees,
it twirls,
A swirl of leaves,
Carrying tales
from far away,
Of distant lands
Blown away..
It rustles softly
through the grass,
It howls through mountains,
fierce and bold,
A wild spirit,
untamed and cold.
It speaks in secrets,
As it blows.
Causing havoc as it goes.
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