It caresses my cheek with a gentle swish
And dances across my lips
It tugs my hair in a playful leap
And twirls past my billowing laughter
It takes things away on a cold winter day
throws rocks in my face
Stings skin with its slap
Trees bowing before it
A force to be reckoned with
Barreling away
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