Gentle whispers of the wind,
And soft touch of the breeze,
Caressing the cloudy mind,
Calming the soul at ease.
O ye wind, don't stop blowing,
A companion in quiet moment,
The chimes joyously dancing,
Blow not, it would be a lament.
Your song rings through the leaves,
So cheerful a tune and so sweet,
How could I refuse such a relief,
The antidote that I so much need.
Just what I need,
Balqis
2.3.2011, Wednesday
Gently, the wind blows.
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