the wind's song

the wind brushing against my rosy cheeks how warm it feels to brush against the power it seeks one moment on guard the next on attack calling back its weapons keeping the enemies back it can shatter dreams and whisper love it can fly on wings of peaceful doves it can touch and heal and well conceal the bruises we hide but cannot decide where to stop where to rest it's ever seeking ever howling unpredictable in denial it pulls and tuggs and yearns and longs it enters the deepest corners of the earth of the heart

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