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| You are the wind's interpreter. What is it saying? |
Almost out of breath from the heat
Most days it's been asleep
I can hear the soft murmur
With every intake and exhale
But then there are days
When it's wide awake
Alive with purpose
And not to be ignored
I stepped outside
To have my hair blown across my face
Hey there.
I see you.
I feel you.
I know you're there.
We chill in the evening
Speaking a silent language
Enjoying the moments that tick by
Until day breaks
And we start a new conversation
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Later my lovelies.
Have Goodness!
Rae
Note - the first thing that came to mind was "Colors of the Wind" from Pocahontas, and then the book cover pic I found made me think of "What does the fox say?" and then my brain said "No, this is what's happening" et voila!
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