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by Aislinn Apr 20, 2007 category : Nature, environment / nature
A voice reached my ears Soft as cotton Clear as diamond Sometimes warm Sometimes cold When it comes Waves are made Sand is moved Sometimes warm Sometimes cold The world is rearranged By the invisible voice That whispers or roars to me Sometimes warm Sometimes cold Where does the voice Come from or end? It will never stop Sometimes warm Sometimes cold My farthest companion My closest friend Here, yet far away Sometimes warm Sometimes cold Always going, Gusting blowing Cool relief in the summer The wind that blows
