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Words of Winds

A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Still whispers

Swaying golden wheat,
lingering caress of breeze,
whispers stay hidden.


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