The Wind

I howl as I move through the trees that tower over.
I moan as I pass over the old houses by the lake.
I whistle as I blow through your open windows.
I gently whisper as I move through your hair,
touch your face, and quietly move on into the night.
I am the wind. Feel me as I feel you, and
I’ll whisper my words of love to you forever.

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