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the enchanted wind

the wind sings a song

that speaks to my heartache


the rustling leaves

sink with my heartbeat


the whistles of the wind

feel like an owl's wing

in the night

touching me gently on the cheek

and hearing my cries


the enchanted wind weaves through

the strands of my hair

and wraps around my shoulders


holding me briefly

and letting me go


By: Gillian Marie Pearce


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