where the wind really blows
honestly no one knows
its something not seen but felt
kinda like love in all of it's many forms
like the wind you dont see it blow, you just see the effects where ever it goes
you dont see love showing its face, just how you feel when filled with its grace.
the look of a child as it watches his mother or they way you feel inside when that stare has those butterflies
i can chase the day away running after both
but in the end i'm beginning to believe its possible that wind keeps blowing the other away from me
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