April 28, 2009
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The icy wind warms my soul,
Whispering secrets of untold.
The wind is my friend, it keeps me safe,
Taking me to a hidden place.
As we hide the day away,
In the sun, together we lay.
As the wind blows to and through,
The next time we will meet, I do not know.
Soon I hope it will,
For forever I shall wait forever for thee.

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