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[hider=Wind (#1)] Wind, Wind is a soft and gentle breeze, Wind is a soft push in the right direction, Wind is a gentle hum producing a song to be written, Wind is everywhere, Everyday, Wind is the calm before the storm, Wind is a warning for all that comes, Wind is both nothing and everything, But what is wind really, Wind is a mother, gentle songs spread through the air, Wind is a father, correcting and pushing to be the best, Wind is a sibling, teasing and laughing, Wind. by [@Midnight stars] [/hider] [hider=The Wind Doesn't Whistle, It Talks.] I desperately wander across the lifeless and barren sandscape. Disorientated by the relentless heat and blinding light. My growing dehydration strips away my naïve hope of an escape. Yet I still trek onwards; not giving up without a fight. I regret embarking on this adventure without a companion in-tow. Learning too late I can not handle exploration alone. My deepest fears and spiralling loneliness are beginning to show. As I abruptly start talking; even though I'm on my own. I loudly express my new-found distaste for the unforgiving desert. Berating its fatal environment and merciless nature. I then try to scold myself next; but fail as I become less alert. And ceased my constant trudging to take a breather. Without my noisy footsteps I soon became overwhelmed by silence. Though this horrible quietness was broken by a breeze. The gentle sound resharpen my mind; revitalizing my perseverance. Motivating me to keep moving with every gusty reprise. I listened to the wind and resumed my journey as best I could. Taking another pained step forward after each gust hit. The blusterous force began to whisper in whistles I understood. As each blow sounded like words telling me not to quit. I briefly considered if the communicative wind was mere insanity. And perhaps I was imagining a savour in my dying moments. Though all lingering doubts halted as I realized this wasn't fantasy. As many arrows formed in the sand due to the airs currents. I followed the many directional commands with renewed determination. Whilst struggling to fight the urge to fall unconscious. I loudly exclaimed my gratitude to the windiness for its intervention. Thankful it had spared me from death's eternal darkness. Then I happened to spot something which left me absolutely baffled. A trail of shoe-prints recently embedded into the sand. Then I realized the wind wasn't whistling anymore; it just giggled. As it been leading me in circles across the wasteland. The gentle breeze intensified; as giggles converted into a chortle. Spiralling around me till a laughing sandy vortex formed. Whatever the wind subjects me to next will likely be equally immoral. And its already hard to breathe as the sand has me swarmed. It all too much to process given my weakened, dying, and overheated state. And I start fading to black; ready to lose consciousness eternally. The last sensory experience I have is hearing the wind joyous about my fate. As sand covers me up to ensure I'm left undiscovered permanently. by [@ADarkLightbulb] [/hider] [hider=Wind (#2)] I can hear you in the wind, Whispers of things you used to say As the breeze touches my skin It takes me back to that day The day we had to say goodbye Was cold and blistery It was supposed to be a holiday But ended in misery You visit in my dreams But I never see your face I wake up Missing your embrace Daddy Man, I miss you so We all miss you terribly Your jokes, your words of wisdom Your hugs and being goofy When the wind blows I think Of all the talks we had All the memories made With the best of dads You’re often on my mind Wishing I could fill you in On all the things you’re missing My ups and downs, my wins Until we meet again I’ll listen for your whispers The breezes in the halls When the air’s not on, not blowing No reason for breezes at all I know you’re still here in spirit And you’ve got some things left to say So I will continue to listen to the wind Each and every day [/hider] [hider=The Hanged Man] Coils winding around the hanging rope, Each turn marking the minutes he had left, Seven twists of fate he could only hope, His execution is the price of theft. So down he went in falling for his sin, Another body swaying in the wind. [/hider]