The wind hears many secrets
As he blows at his election.
Only a hearer at best –
He mulls them over and again
But doesn’t repeat or think aloud
For there are too many to recount.
The wind also has many lovers –
Appreciating the trees –
Caressing the flowers
And cooling warm cheeks
But preferring to roam –
Blows away to a place unknown.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
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- Category: Nature
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Enjoyed reading this! Such a clever idea executed in such a clever way!
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