The Gentle Wind

A travelling gust blows unseen along the riverbank of the morning star. No more shall leaves and sticks and dust be carried along.

Flowing gently across the earth,
A moments breath, a moments worth,
Gentle kiss from a second love,
Guiding wings of the morning dove.

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