Gentle breeze caresses my face
Enfolding with a sensation I could not quite decipher
But one which tingles to the very core of my being.
Dwelling in a yonder world concealed from me
Yet able to jaw intimate secrets
I still can apperceive the murmurs of your heart
through the Whispers of the Wind
*** etched deep within; earned an exemption from HS Lit Finals
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