Mad Wind
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Ruffling the leaves
out of slumber
Brushing the hair
into a mess
The wind is on its way
Gyrating, swiveling
through the fields
and streets
Rushing, running
forcing ahead
with the might
of madness
Whistling through
the deserts
and the mountains
It shows no mercy
for the weak.
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