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      Listen to the wind...
 
  Feel it caressing your soul... My voice echoes there... 15 September 2017  | 
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      I like it, Storm  
    
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     Listen to the wind... Feel it caressing your soul... My voice echoes there... 15 September 2017 And he crashed into her Heart and Soul... The first for a long time... At last feeling whole...  | 
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      Sweetly , nicely done
 
  Lovely searching for fun Magically find one  | 
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      A smile of greeting
 
  A kiss of Love.  | 
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      Thank you everyone for your comments...
 
  Bright Blessings to you and yours...  | 
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      And he laid down
 
  With the chance to dream Of the night that has passed And where he had been.  | 
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      Going,not leaving
 
  Believing,Believing.  | 
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      Peaceful echoes.  
    
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      Looking over the Horizon 
 
  From the edge of the Sea Hearing your Echoes Returning to me.  | 
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      Less is more  
   Beautiful. 
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      Your words take me to a place of calm, so soothing to read  
    
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      I am thirsting for it.  Tell what is it?
     
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      Just beautiful, peaceful and tender  
    
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      When finally found
 
  After being so low A spirit then finds you And you know yes you know.  | 
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      Beautiful Spirit
 
  From over the Sea Bringing her message and number to me.  | 
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      as I listen to the wind and the rain falls down on me...
 
  it feels so good ... to hear your echo through the wind ... nice write Storm ...     
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      She took hold of her life
 
  And he knew it to be so Small steps at a time On their journey they go.  | 
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      A man with knobs and wires and vials fired 
 
  A cannon: Echo answered in her sleep From hollow fields: and here were telescopes For azure views;  | 
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Beautiful.