The Wind

What does the wind do?

Why does it blow?

Where does it come from?

Where does it go?

Whose fragrance does it carry?

Whose reek of loneliness?

Why does it billow

The traveler's dress?

Whose wails does it bring,

In the melancholic nights?

Whose life does it redeem,

From the draconian plights?

I asked aloud, to the wind,

"Why? Why do you blow?"

But it just blew past me,

Saying, "You'll never know..."

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