The Searching Wind

A Poem By Shane // 11/15/2006

The wind blows softly.
Never failing, never stopping.
For a moment.
It always continues on.
Moving from one place to another.
Soft as a feather at times it can be.
At times as fierce as dragon's fire.
But never does it stop.
Never does it rest.
But always blows softly.
In some pleasant place.

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