The Wind

by Qiana

 Trading places with the wind,   
       that gently and quickly took my friend   
I turned myself into myself,
          and came out through you,
     Do you know who I am?-I am the wind.       
I swiftly touch your face with my caress,
            Now you quietly rest,
  I am the don't see me, you feel me,
Feel me in your soul, because I take your memory
everywhere I go.
               I am the WIND.    

The Wind by Qiana

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