In the stillness of the morning's hush,
A wing of air whispers, soft as a blush.
Echoes of stars and moon's soft light.
A gentle breeze, a tender touch,
It stirs the leaves with a lover's clutch.
In its caress, the world awakes,
To the melody that the wind forsakes.
Through valleys deep and the mountains high,
The wing of air soars across the sky.
It carries dreams on unseen wings,
Where hope and sorrow softly sings.
In its flight, it knows no care,
A fleeting moment, beyond compare.
For in its touch, we feel the grace,
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Comments (1)
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