Whither the Wind? An April Poem.

The wind can be gentle,

A lover's caress.

The wind can turn violent,

A madman, no less.

It can whisper softly.

At times, can be still.

And then, for no reason,

In rage, it can kill.

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  • The many moods of April wind.... Well-done, AW!

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