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The wind whispered
I whispered back.
In that moment,
The ignorant little birdie strode by.
Tweeting  it's concerns
about my health
and it's essence,
while I basked in another world
innovated by the wind and
I - Humind.
My feel of the wind on my skin and how wonderful it might seem.
Poetic T Jun 2014
A humind day,
tears of heat
drip  from my
eye brows, clothes
soak up the
water, as if
a rain cloud
had opened above
and singled me out.

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