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Aug 2019
Sitting on the fence, watching the people go by
A journey to somewhere
I whisper my secrets to the wind
Hoping someone will hear
The distant thunder breaks the silence
The wind feels like the touch of your hand
And for that moment I am happy
Your love awakens me as I smile at the passing stranger
Touched by the wind calling my name
No longer afraid of what awaits me
Is that you, or is it the wind
Written by
Rup  M/Cambs
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