Whistle, whistle,
The air will begin to whistle.
The wind blows my hair it's sway,
Nostalgic vibes on the windy day.
It's like melody,
In my ear it's sings.
Creating the harmony,
So the trees are dancing.
Whistle, whistle,
The air will begin to whistle.
Rest your mind and soul,
Sleep into the lullaby of the wind.
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In the Blue Sky
Poetry"Once upon a time in the blue sky." A collection of locutions about love, dreams and life. Full of random thoughts soaring above the blue sky. Daylight 2023
