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helen99The windsong rushes past my door,
never stopping to reflect
the path it took, now left behind...
Wild, turbulent the dance
of winter branches bare of leaves
and lonely grasses, brown and old;
but then a Moment overtakes
the wind, now breathing warm and soft,
a breeze to greet the rising sun
never stopping to reflect
the path it took, now left behind...
Wild, turbulent the dance
of winter branches bare of leaves
and lonely grasses, brown and old;
but then a Moment overtakes
the wind, now breathing warm and soft,
a breeze to greet the rising sun