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What can we make of it?
The sharp blades of green grass, dancing in the wind, as the rain drops, leaving a glint of a shine, so powerful, and so beautiful, the endless raindrops, fall down the window pane, as the wind screeches to come in, to the warmth of a home, the wind is like many things, it has so many emotions, the wind is like a child, climbing trees, playing in the depths of the dirt, the wind is like a thief, stealing a hat each time it uses its strength, the wind is like a missile, angry, and tearing its way down its path, the wind is amazing, screaming, and pushing with great force, tearing down trees, that dare to block its path, tearing down houses, that are too weak to hold themselves up, picking up the cattle, of small town farms, spinning and twisting them in the wind, with a twirl of desire, the wind has no shame, the wind doesn't have to justify what it has caused, the wind has no sorrow, no conscience, but we must accept this, for the wind is the wind, and the wind is nature, and nature is truly beautiful, so make of it what you will.
BrokenSoul Bonny
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