Wind Sing Song

Wind sing song, From whence do thou blow this morn?
You croon of divine places;
You've not passed my way before. Your soothing melody levitates me--
Your breath's scent of honey and mint;
You flow omnipotently upon my soul. Oh wind sing song, Forever sing your song for me--
Are you just passing by?
Or will you stay a while? Your song reverberates splendor.

by Claudette Jackson

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