Poem 30 : Wind's Lover

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No one loves quite like the entrancing breath of divine:

the tranquil tease of a tender breeze or the bewitching ardent gale.

Its all-encompassing, enrapturing presence and its soundless whispers of love;

painted with the rising blush of passion, enclosed within falling flowery epistles.

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