The wind blows yet you can't see,
you feel it's breath you know it's free.
The branches relent--even the grass,
swaying , rocking, in it's pass.
We each have a wind so real,
to react from to feel.
Life blows from many a direction,
we can't know we lack detection.
The wind of life has a unique sway,
to each it blows a different way.
To some it's hard and unforgiving,
others are caressed with…
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