Wind
Wind
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I feel the wind tousle my hair and I wonder,
As it takes the leaves in its arms I ponder,
It rustles the bright petals as it passes so I yearn,
To be the wind soaring above the ferns,
Devoid of all weight so light,
So full of life,
Quite contrary to mine,
For the wind never seems to be just fine.....