The wind has its melody
Just listen
Maybe it’s a constant blow
In your sleeping tone…
Travel and dream…
Maybe even milder,
To walk, relax
The gale, the breeze, the wind
It has a childhood sound
Of innocence…
From the sweet discoveries of the beginning
The wind whistles mischievously
Passing through the bamboo grove
He screams loudly when he finds an open field
Or soft, it’s natural whisper
…a New Age breeze
Hear the message of the wind
Feel with your soul
Let yourself go
Travel free,
In the breeze, in the breath of time…
✨️Mágica Mistura

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Very nice.
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Nice 😊
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