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I long to hold the wind
So I may know the weight of thoughts,
For both can distort the trees
Yet shy away from being caught.
But sails woven from wishes
Only scatter their direction,
While some blink out forever
To avoid other complexion.
Maybe if I am lucky
I can pin some in my ink,
But they're little whispers
In the ocean that I think.
For even though they're endless
They are not easy to share,
Most are only born
To dance with breezes through my hair.
But maybe that's their secret;
Why they're so hard to record
Is like the wind theyr magic lies
In being unexplored.
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