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Poem: The Wind's Tale

The Wind's Tale

I feel you now, wind,
hear your little messages
whispering of spring,
and how winter has an end,
as you kiss my ear with love bites.

I feel you now, wind,
and look up and watch the clouds,
gray, but not leaden,
look down, and see growing now
one brave weed's leafy rosette.

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