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Mar 2013
Wind
What if wind
Isn’t wind?
It’s actually our ancestors
Whispering in

Like a breeze
Isn’t a breeze
It’s their calming voice
Guiding

Or a storm
Isn’t a storm
The torment is their anger
Followed by their tears

Our ancestor’s voice
Running through the air
It’s lovely to listen to
If we just stop and hear
Nathaniel R Horn
Written by
Nathaniel R Horn  Indianapolis
(Indianapolis)   
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   Kylie R and Sammi
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