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wind tending
the lonely trees
too tall to reach
a few visits here
and there clouds
birds the music
played by the wind
kissed by the sun
caressed by rain they
get more attention
without moving
some of us do
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annamosca 
I love the feel of the words … the lines … drifting down the page … into the reader’s mind … like the wind, the rain …
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indeed John that is a very nice comment, a compliment, as it shows to me you got into the rhythm… and then you go back up and read again… as the wind’s song, thank you
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