The Wind's Colors

by Fighter (Ariane L.)   Aug 21, 2006


As the wind speaks to you,
Try to focus on its colors.
See what remains invisible
To unseeing eyes.

As the trees speak to you,
Try to hear their voice.
Listen to their whispers,
Their soft melody.

As these words echo through your mind,
Try to read what hasn't been written.
Concentrate on the pen's whispers
And see the wind's colors.

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