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Dec 2018
Wind tiptoes over flowered field
traveling into breath
carrying the scent of a
beauteous vision.

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The wind catapults one
into breath where they travel
inside a precious dream.

The wind moves divinely
holding wisdom inside its waves
to give one peace and prosperity.

The wind hugs better than no other
surrounding with an echo of song
and a feeling of love.
JUST PLAYING IN THE MORNING BEFORE DAWN
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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