I am the wind who neighs in
chunks
I am the wind who tricked Zephyr
to let me loose
I am the wind that in the blizzard
rides and chuckles
I am the wind that visits nocturnal
caves and coves on land and sea
hooting through them echoing
re-echoing
I am the word of hope
I am the wind of the dim
I am the wind that rises with the
Dawn
I am the wind that settles at red
dusk.
I am the wind, the restless wind,
I am that wind.
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