The Wind - - - - - - (TRS)

by: Rob Paquin

I can't see you but I can feel
The way you move my clouds
I can't touch you the way you touch me
And brush against my shroud

The way you carry scents to me
Of the flowers and the trees
And though you go by different names
I prefer to call you as The Breeze

So blow yourself across my world
And carry my kites high
So that I can thank the Lord above me
For sending me your sighs

~The Snowdog
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