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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The wind: 43 of 125

The gust begins among the clouds beside the sun where stars are found the power pure and uncontrolled. The force lies not in waiting there and flocks are buffeted by the air wondering how that not seen could be so bold. Still blowing strong it flows robustly down leaving trees trembling bending toward ground true brute strength awesome to behold. And mountain tops painted in porcelain snow are next to feel the pounding blow wind burns like fire though intensely cold. Even the boulders mighty and wide now shudder slowly from side to side as if reeling from terrible secrets told. And herds o...
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