Thus blows a wind,
Sharp as sand,
Cold as ice,
Hard as stone.
Thus blows a wind,
Softer than sheep,
Warm as the sun,
Smooth as slate.
Thus blows my spirit through it all.
Thus blows a wind,
Sharp as sand,
Cold as ice,
Hard as stone.
Thus blows a wind,
Softer than sheep,
Warm as the sun,
Smooth as slate.
Thus blows my spirit through it all.
Calm is the wind,
Never a dull blemish,
Calloused into the land.
“Blunt the sword”,
Cried the makers of peace,
Inhale,
Begin to sigh,
Climbing a ridge.
Exhale,
Falling back down,
Crunching all the way.
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