The wind whips across the waves,
Howling, and whistling,
Ringing in my ears.
It blows closely to the water,
Not giving it any choice
But to give in,
And roll along the surface.
It washes away the clouds,
Like erasing an image.
It started gentle,
Just moving leaves,
But then it grew strong,
Moving entire trees.
The wind lets itself free,
Just like how it should be.
Howling, and whistling,
Ringing in my ears.
It blows closely to the water,
Not giving it any choice
But to give in,
And roll along the surface.
It washes away the clouds,
Like erasing an image.
It started gentle,
Just moving leaves,
But then it grew strong,
Moving entire trees.
The wind lets itself free,
Just like how it should be.
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