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The Whispering Wind

The whispering wind
Echoing through my open window
Leaves traces of my existence,
By Arlene Ascenzo, Torrington

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.