A Poem about wind
Oh holy brother
Oh sacred friend
You bring the breeze
You shall'nt end
Winds from the continents below
And north of Capistrano
The wind she speaks, but never sings
News of ancient queens and kings she brings
The same winds felt by Bridget too
The same hot air I send to you
-A poem about the wind, that I wrote on a day that wasn't windy.
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