The Wind speaks of its Freedom.
It speaks of its Glory over space,
Of its fury, of its calm.
It speaks of the relation with distant lands.
Wind belongs to no one.
It feels no bonds like the mortal Earth.
The Wind recognizes no duty
But Will of the Self.
It leaves its marks.
Gets intimate with the times yet passes on…
A soul.
It speaks of Immortality.
It speaks of the Spirit…
"It speaks of the Spirit"
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