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The Whispering Wind
By Arlene Ascenzo, Torrington
The whispering wind
Echoing through my open window
Leaves traces of my existence,
Forming memories of forever.
The whispering wind,
Trails of tomorrow
Watching over me
And catching a gleam
Of beauty and insight,
Relishing the quiet night,
Leaving me trails
Of unheard tales,
Only calming my soul
In an open, even flow.
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