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Changing Winds
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Attempts at Poetry
She is a summer breeze.
A gentle song making the chimes sing.
A tune you carry in your heart,
Reaching to spaces far and near.
Seasons change, she turns restless.
She sings to make the chimes wail.
Her rough winds make the mind forget,
The once soothing melody she was.
But changes they come and go.
Even in the eye of the storm is peace.
Music still spins in the swirling air not far,
Making the heart remember her ballad.
She is but a free spirit you cannot hold,
Serene for a while, a tempest the next.
But in each mood there is always a beat,
A tune she plays to everyone except herself.
