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The Wind

by: Donovan Galway

What is this magical wind that holds such
wondrous powers that it can so effortlessly
whisk me away from all that is dry and tedious
and land me in this place where all things are
of beauty and laughter and song and only the
happiest of sensations resides?

What is this magical wind that can in an instant
transform the world around me into a haven of
love and passion where ne'er is felt a thought
harsh or cross but only boundless and such
requited love abides and all hearts are light as a
midday dream as so this wind hath led my heart to be?

What can this wind be to bring me in an instant all
the warmth and contentment that those unknown to
the wind spend lifetimes in fruitless search of and
show to only me the future that is an eternity of
fulfillment of all my deepest desires?

What force this wind that doth by its magical breath
blow into me a passion and a love that hath outlet and
aim on one so fair and radiant as to loft me to heavenly
reaches and touch an angel with love felt by me and by
my angel for me in absolute balance and perfection of
hearts and of kindred souls?

What is this magical wind, my love, but a thought of you.

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