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Mar 2021
Voice of wind speaks to me in language
one that I can't comprehend
fluttering of leaves by passage of wind reminds of men in herds,
looking for some possession in kind
wind has a soul, one that doesn't need shelter
just like gold which doesn't depend on carving for lustre
wind reminds me of God; of all his creation whenever it blows, that's when my inner thoughts seek meditation...
Written by
Jehkaran Singh  18/M
(18/M)   
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     Imran Islam and ---
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