The wind blows softly, and you feel free for a fraction of a second from the chains that chain you
Tenderly carrying you in their arms, the spirits of the breeze, in their billowing gossamer, stroke your hair
Whispering, laughing gently in your ears, the warm westerly winds hold you tight in their enchanting embrace
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Greys & Blues
PoetryWant to read poetry but you're lazy? This book is made for you! It is full of my three line poems A quick and short read, but I hope you enjoy it as well Without further ado, You may begin...
