Two Faces of the Wind
The wind softly fingers wind chimes
Laughter is the wind's one reward
The wind strokes the trees and transfers
Quiet music around
The delicate breeze strokes my face
Draws me into his arms
Caresses my hair out of place
What a naughty lone charm
The wind can be gentle, soft, quiet
On the other side rough
When he gales through the warm Gulf
Destructive force too much
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