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The Wind
When I feel the wind
I imagine it rubbing my face with a sense of what I've been missing for so long
it seems to sing and call me home
to the plains
the waving of the wheat across a field
the Field burned yellow by the scorching sun
and yet the ominous whisper of the wind burns through my mind
the days when the wind isn't calling me gently seem to take forever to end
the unusual stillness calms most and yet I find myself restless and waiting for the wind to call again
Lovely work!
I so love the wind!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I do too! seriously i LOVE
I do too! seriously i LOVE IT!!! its like a friend that never really leaves:)
Wow!! That's really cool.
Wow!! That's really cool. It's awesome to be able to find something like the wind, something so simple that makes people relax and find some kind of serenity.
thank you. it means a lot!
thank you. it means a lot!