May 21, 2009
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Wind whispers,
softly singing.
Telling stories,
of ancient feelings.

Some of suffering,
some full of joy.
Always wondering,
whats the ploy.

So curious,
so sad.
Always serious,
always mad.

Carrying spirit,
of condemned.
Young an old all in it fit,
telling stories always whispered.

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