Wind. The wind
is always different.
The wind of high
mountain peaks.
The wind that rustles
in the high crowns
of the trees.
The wind that blows
from the sea.
Sea wind.
The wind,
from which even in
the city I can smell
the salty sea.
The wind is amazing.
The wind ruffles
the curtains
on the windows.
The wind pressed
a maple leaf to the
windshield of the car
so that you remember
that Autumn is writing
you a letter.
The wind arranged
leaf dances in the park,
leaf fall,
so that you remember
that there is beauty,
and stopped to look.
The wind is
like a substance
from nothing and nowhere.
The wind is
completely different.
But the most
favorite wind
that blows from the sea...
Sea wind
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