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I got the idea for this poem while my friend and I were going for a walk late at night. While walking I was thinking of how strong the wind was, and how it possibly had a mind of it's own. I hope you like it!
Submitted:Aug 3, 2011 Reads: 20 Comments: 5 Likes: 5
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Other writing by MeyganPaige When the wind speaks Nothing, to put it simply Touched, what else should I call it? Purple Clouds The Wakened The_Grudge
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