DANCE OF THE WIND...
DANCE OF THE WIND…
As the Sun swallows wonder,
The winds growl a bit
Tipper- Tapper they dance,
Encased in the sounds of mellow,
Trudging through the hearts of mellow.
Nature stares at all,
Helter skelter it vows,
Disembodying the doubts of men,
Whose future holds neigh,
But gifts of Soul.
Its the dance of all,
One so pure in gender,
Calming the souls of tender,
As the…
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