The winds whisper through the day and scream into the night,
echoes of time pulse through our veins,
there is no advantage when we have no sight.
Feel the sound and hear the breeze,
stand on the edge and see the trees,
do what you want, do as you please.
Days pass slowly as we move on
our senses become inflamed,
sitting on the ledge I can feel the dawn.
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