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Wind
It whips around me
Covers me with a blanket of warmth
It can be stronger like a hurricane
Or gentle like a breeze
It makes my hair dance
Lets my soul fly
It changes the look of the clouds
And the way I look at the would
It speaks a language
Only the soul understands
Not many stop to listen
To the stories it has to tell
Stories of kingdoms and castles
Kings and Queens
Stories on everyday animals
And of some never heard of
Some might call it magical
Some might say it’s crazy
But me…..
I call it the wind