The Wild Wind

The wind is a lonely sound,
Piercing through the night.

It howls and wails,
A mournful song.

The wind is a restless spirit,
Never content to stay in one place.

It wanders the world,
In search of adventure.

The wind is a force to be reckoned with,
Able to topple trees and houses.

But it can also be gentle,
Caressing your face with a delicate touch.

The wind is many things,
But most of all, it is wild.

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