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The Wind

On summer evenings with not much to do,

The wind blows, soft enough to hear my words.

I ask the wind to bring relief,

I ask the wind to feel my pain,

I ask the wind to understand.

But the wind does not reply.

Yet, deep in private moments,

The wind knows more than you or I.

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Reflection

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