I see wind, rustling the leaves,
The tree looks for the naughty;
But the wind plays hide and seek,
I hear the giggle of the sun.
As the light of the sun is tickled,
I touch the shyness of grass,
That bows when the wind kisses it.
I smell the merriness of the atmosphere
When it dances with the wind and sways;
I feel the warmth of the flower
When the wind cuddles it
But then I hear them all cry;
As the wind, after a tenure of merriness,
Serves them all a widen smile.
Only, if you see the pain
it bears in that goodbye
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Huz
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PoetryIt is the abyss I wander in Floating like I have no sin Playing notes of peace On a stolen violin -------- Ranked#4 in stopthehate
