Somehow, the sound of the wind has always held my fantasy
Echoing through, all around
Dieing down then, as abruptly as the start
Whispers spoken by the soft breeze
Across time and place
It has always spoken only words of calm
Serene,peaceful personified with the world slow-paced
A murmur, then echoed by the wind,
becoming a wee bit stronger
Edging on everything it comes across
Making the world move faster
When disguised as the tyrant storm
Masked by guileless anger
All around it, causing panic
Taking all the world around for a spin
But fascinating is
the peace before the storm,
A stillness before the upheaval
A beautiful phase, containing countless meanings
Mysteries entwined, time remaining caught
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