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the wind pulls at me

tells me of freedom

shows me the mountains

carries me beneath the trees

whispering spells

of happiness and contentment

the wind brings me a storm

to show that it is not weak

being a child of the wind

it tells me i am not weak

always pushing always changing

water is my ally

for only it can understand the flow

but still always a stranger

dead leaves

dancing gracefully within me

giving shape to which i hide