The Wind
The winds blows,
And I hear you call my name.
I can't see you,
But I sense that you are near.
I reach out to you,
But you can't be reached.
The wind stops.
Silence.
I hear nothing.
You are gone.
I can't find you.
I call out.
There is no answer.
Where have you gone?
The wind was wild.
The wind took you away.
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