Wind by Jason Bradway
Casually caressing my skin
Racing through my hair
Dancing across the grass
Playfully swaying with no trace
Running through the trees
The leaves shiver with glee
The horses run with it
It makes me tremble with chill
Yet no where do I see
This creature that it is to be
Causing such commotion
With silence it can flee
Or howl in the darkness of night
Creating such emotions
With simplicity in its might
And if still it will no longer be
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The Bard of Appanoose
