I often sit under an oak tree and feel
the wind caress my face. Days of emotion,
I truly listen to what the wind has to say.
The days I am gloomy it's as if the wind
is kissing the nape of my neck.
The times I am bitter it's as if it's
storming,wanting to dominate.
On a blissful afternoon I am joined in a
dance.
I hear the whispers," weep child for it's
ok,Scream you are aloud, Dance it will
enlighten the soul" . After the
whispers fade the tears flow like
the rains from above. When the rivers
from the heart has dried up a sence of
tranquility falls upon me. The passionate
screams fill the sky like thunder, after
the storm has subsided a serene touch
warms my heart . I am suddenly captivated
by laughter...." no control ".... I feel
as if i am intoxicated with joy.
" At days end I know I heard the
whispers in the wind ."
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