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Wind is not seen-
It is felt,
It is heard.
It is the breath,
That gives life,
To stillness.
So trees dance,
And leaves fly.
But wind is not seen-
It is felt,
From within,
As a hug,
Through a breeze-
Cold,
But real.
It is true,
But wind is not seen.
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The Lines We Write ✔
Poetry❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
