Some curse the wind; some bless it. Some stand idly by watching kites dance upon it. Some wonder where it came from and some wonder where it will go. The wind racing across the wave tops is a piccolo solo trilling across a string passage: a rissant chuckle in the midst of serious drama. There are those who say life on Earth would be impossible without the wind. Then there are those who say life on Earth would be perfect without the wind…what do they know!
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THE WIND
I've never wanted to be the sun
nor the moon
upon which your affections are fixed.
I've never wanted to live above and beyond
nor to have the responsibility
that the day began and ended with me.
But I have always wanted to be the wind.
For in such you would never see me coming
nor would you ever see me leave
but the power of my presence you would always feel
and miss.
(just a little poem I wrote a couple of years ago ~ Kelly)
I missed this one, I love the wind, running it's fingers through my hair, and caressing my face. I love nature. It's in one of my poems in my journals.
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