WIND

 
 
   Where does the wind flow?
   Does it ever sleep?
   Or is it always on the go
   Making an endless trip?

   Does it make lots of friends?
   Can they be ever made known?
   Or can it be that it tends
   To always fly alone?

   Swift wind, whenever you feel lonely
   Fly by my window at night,
   Wake me up and invite me
   To join you in your flight.
 
         


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