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Oct 2019
It leaves its mark on everyone
It can make a good day better
Or a bad day worse
The way it glides through his hair
Leaves it for you to think

The sunset and the swing
Off of that field that the wind goes through
Gusts destroy but breezes lift
They lift high into the air
For everyone to see

But what if I don’t want people to see
Especially the person who I am trying to give to
They cant know until the time is right
How do you know the time is right?
You’ll know if they ask

But how do you give the same gift twice
That one gift that you know they like
But you don’t want to risk the pain
Of what might come out of a gust only because that power
Is what controls everything
Written by
The Talker
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