Winds!




These chilly winds, never take a moment to cease.

Are like an open book, ready to read, 
with some blanks, 
...to dot the I's and cross the T's.

Find a purpose they seem to tell thee!

Brave. Strong. Wild. And, somewhat lost.
Don't they inspire us to follow our heart?

Jovial. Mischievous. And, grand.
Aren't they at their best when the sun is all set to meet the sand?

Happiness. Grief. Sadness. Humor. And, anger.
I wonder how can they somehow always manage to have a story to chant.


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