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WIND TALES Does the wind eavesdrop, when it brushes my face? Can it read the wrinkles, which I have acquired with age? There is a message hidden deep inside me, Is the wind swift enough to know all my tales? Does it be the envoy, I want it to be? Does it connect her heart with mine, when I am lonely? Does it work under my decree, or is the wind free? Does it act strange, and cry when sad I feel? Sometimes I wonder, whenever I meet the wind, Is it a message from her, or is it god’s mockery. The way it brushes my face, It seems to tell me a story. A story that I too am missed and loved. But foolish enough and unexpectedly tough. I think what it is trying to say, but I am not adept to listen, Is that I am wrong, and unright were all my decisions. I now realize, it’s not a tale, which the wind narrates. It’s my heart which makes me see. As the wind brushes my face, Is the wind smart enough to peruse my story?

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A poem which describes a person's thoughts on weather the wind is just a lifeless being or does it have life of its own.

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WIND TALESDoes the wind eavesdrop, when it brushes my face?Can it read the wrinkles, which I have acquired with age?There is a message hidden deep inside me,Is the wind swift enough to know all my tales?

Does it be the envoy, I want it to be?Does it connect her heart with mine, when I am lonely?Does it work under my decree, or is the wind free?Does it act strange, and cry when sad I feel?

Sometimes I wonder, whenever I meet the wind,Is it a message from her, or is it god’s mockery.The way it brushes my face,It seems to tell me a story.

A story that I too am missed and loved.But foolish enough and unexpectedly tough. I think what it is trying to say, but I am not adept to listen,Is that I am wrong, and unright were all my decisions.

I now realize, it’s not a tale, which the wind narrates.It’s my heart which makes me see.As the wind brushes my face,Is the wind smart enough to peruse my story?