Strange what one can hear at night
When there’s nothing playing
But wind on white
Strange what one can almost touch
As the wind reminds us
Of Time’s passing and such
Strange how the wind moaning slightly off-key
Stirs things like a
Long-forgotten memory
Strange what a little wind-song can do
Rising and falling
Between me and you
Strange what one can hear at night
When there's nothing but wind-song
And firelight
J~
This is beautiful!
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