'Winds rustle the trees'. I adore those winds rustling, whistling through the trees, and my hair. That's what makes me remember I am still alive. A deep poem.10
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'Winds rustle the trees'. I adore those winds rustling, whistling through the trees, and my hair. That's what makes me remember I am still alive. A deep poem.10