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Enter The Breeze
The Colorful Wind
Wind is all around us,
Blowing through the air.
Whipping leaves around us plus,
laughing invisible, without a care.
I despise the wind with all its thrust,
Though not seeing it brings the great such lust.
Trying to remember, it's playing tricks on me,
I come with plot, to beg, and plea.
I ask the glorious wind about itself,
and why we cannot see.
It answered with a cold damp grin I guess,
and replied "not up to me".