Stirring curtain
Mysterious moonlight
Summer breeze
Whispering
I lie still
Listening, dreaming
As the wind whispers
Stories unheard
Of the distant lands
Forests, towns, beaches
Places he has touched
Breezing through the world.
By Sharmishtha basu
8.08.10
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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