October 4, 2005

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  Wind

  
  

  
  

  
  

  You wonder where it’s going
  But the wind will never tell
  Its journey is its own
  Though you may partake
  Through the willow branches
  Encircled round the rose
  Tip your ear to listen
  There is truth on the wind
  Your hand may not grasp it
  Your eye may not see
  The heart knows its song
  It calls
  It draws
  It whispers
  Let your soul learn the music
  As you join in this dance
  

  
  

  
  

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