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| Soul Of The Wind |
| The wind blows freely through the air, You can't see it but you know it's there. It touches your skin with a warm embrace, Like tender fingers on your face. Some souls are as free as the wind so they say, They wrap around you then blow away. You don't see them coming for the wind is clear, You cannot embrace them and hold them near. They float in and touch you tenderly. In a flurry they leave because the wind is free. Oh, soul of the wind, take care in your flight, I will wait to feel you again when the time is right. copyright 2000 LM |
| This page and poem dedicated to all those whose souls are free and to those that love them and wait patiently |
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