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Whispers of the Wind

Purple and amber bursts through the fleeing clouds,
A cooling breeze cuts through the humid air,
The trees shake, and flowers bow.

As the clouds blew on,
And the sun began to recede down the horizon,
The displays of color would fill the greatest painters with envy.

Lavender, orange, yellow, and pink,
A show of divine proportion,
Perhaps a revelation,
For those who listen to the whispers of the wind,
And look for the shades of wisdom in the sky.

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Writer, Photographer, and Managing Operator of Wild Cape Press LLC

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