Listen to the wind…it whispers your destiny
In this moment the wind is speaking… gently caressing the leaves above, landing fleeting shadows upon my face. Feeling the warmth of sun. Moving along
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In this moment the wind is speaking… gently caressing the leaves above, landing fleeting shadows upon my face. Feeling the warmth of sun. Moving along
Poetry has mostly been lost on me. Maybe I never spent enough time reflecting on the words; maybe I was just too young. But there