Winds travel from place to place. Sometimes they are gentle. Other times they are wicked and howl loud.
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howling winds
passing through trees
to make some friends
across many seas
their secrets can be heard
by only a few souls -
those who know the cry pf a bird
or are in the race of trolls
sometimes they are sad
when they have to say “bye”
because many are bad
and will often cry
winds always howl
when on a prowl
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