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Wind Song

Through the gales in the leaves

Came the faintest cadence

Of a song only breathed

Yet, stoically, intense.

The thrashing of the wind

Drowned out all else, rather

Like when gardens are strimmed

Yes songs will persevere

Threading through troubled air

Gracing us such sweet fare.

© RM Meyer

Winswell Water, Sept 2019