Father 'Wind' came to me today,
as I walked along the path alone.
Blow away the nothingness,
I asked him and he smiled.
He blows the hollow sound out,
and wrapped around my shoulders.
His hand beneath my chin,
keeping my eyes on the clouds.
He rocks me as his babe,
twirling my shining locks.
He comforts me in whispers -
softly blown lullabies.
Make me whole again I say,
and the wind blows hard.
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