The Wind Poem by tony atkins
The Wind
the wind blows when i call
it keeps me warm on a cool day
the wind stops when i ask
cools me down in the heat
the wind is a friend not a tool
it helps me as much as i help it
it lifts by spiret like a thunderstorm
the wind sweeping ofer me like rain
hearing voises caryed to me
seeing things i shoudent see
leting me know my deepest wish
the wind gides me throu my day with out a dropp of waste
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