I love it when the doesn't blow too fast.
I hate it. When the wind rushes at a haste.
When the wind winds out of control,
The dots under its hand are knocked around.
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You can see a bird flying wild, pity him while you stay mild.
You can feel the song, you heard yesterday.
But in a different light because there's nothing on today.
All of this set in motion.. the good effect of the wind.... this is a subject of good meditation... thank u my dear poet.. tony
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You can see a bird flying wild, pity him while you stay mild. You can feel the song, you heard yesterday. But in a different light because there's nothing on today. All of this set in motion.. the good effect of the wind.... this is a subject of good meditation... thank u my dear poet.. tony