Lost in the wind…

There is somthing so serine about the way the wind whistles through the trees. The way the wind brings the flowers to life and they begin to dance as if to say I’m alive and free. The sound of the wind as it flys through the mountains and sores to new highest. The wind is a free spirit. It sores higher then I can even  imagine and nothing stands in its way, it is strong yet gental at the same time. As I am walking down the street the wind wraps around me almost like it knows my struggles. It wraps its arms around me and for a moment it seems asthough all my pain has been carried away and lost in the wind. 




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