The wind through the willows
softens my heart and quiets this restless soul.
I feel its sweet kiss upon my skin
as it hurries on its way.
I wonder what stories the wind would tell
if only it could.
the places it has been,
the things it has seen.
it whispers, if only to my broken soul,
it's secrets
and I, its avid student,
listen.
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