I listen as she howls at the trees,
and whispers through my hair.
Her voice, a silent emptiness.
Her touch, warm weightlessness.
I ignore her when she's weakest
and sometimes curse her strength.
She must be lonely,
with only leaves for company.
I admire her relentless pursuit
as she travels to change her fate.
Her future is an unalterable forever.
Her future is certain. Solitary.
The Wind, she flows through me, completely.
I feel her fill me, lightly.
but, she will always be, empty.
The Wind must be lonely.
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