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Cold blustering Ocean winds
pelt my determined face
this day swallows me!
harsh windgusts drum
their valiant sounds
tall twisted trees
bend against gray clouds
the red kite gets away!
bringing its smile for all to see
upward upward it goes!
soon never to be seen again
yet I know it is free
a freeness I long for!
seagulls are pushed by the wind
through silent mid-aire!
wings not needed
beneath the highest clouds
winds stroke my soul
winds remind me
of where my heart sings,
where your love lives!

by verena