The mournful sigh of its freezing warmth

Breathes across the earth

Gathering souls before it

Within it

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The dead moan in its embrace

Sending a shiver in the trees

A ripple across the plain

Moving stillness

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The feelings that it cannot help but create

A howl accompanies it

The souls that are it

Come forward

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It brings with it a monument of invisibility

It is always there, will always be

It cannot be changed

But channeled

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It is the energy of life on it’s own

It answers to no one

Belongs to nothing

It is

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The breeze, the breath, the life, the soul

It does not change for anyone

It is the carrier of souls

The Wind.

Well, here it is.

I'm not exactly sure what it is... but that's another matter.

I really dislike that we can't have spaces... but oh well.

Please review.

EF