Whispers of the Wind
In the quiet of the evening, as twilight softly falls, I hear the whispers of the wind, a secret it gently calls. It carries tales from distant lands, where dreams begin to soar, And paints the sky with hues of gold, like treasures to explore.
Oh, how the wind does dance and play, among the rustling leaves, A symphony of nature's song, that every heart receives. It whispers of forgotten tales, of love and loss untold, Of journeys taken, paths unknown, of mysteries yet unfold.
With every gentle breeze that blows, a story it imparts, Of hope reborn in silent hearts, of dreams that fill the hearts. So listen close to nature's voice, in whispers soft and kind, For in the wind's sweet lullabies, new visions you may find.
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