goodbye when poignant in the valley of the tunes
morning never be the wishing by the tea cup
breeze when passes by the desire for trudging the top hill
hope yet slakes by the swing to touch moon or the sea
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A very touching poem. The soothing pattern of wind is indeed the one of the most wonderful peculiarity of The Mother Nature and it shapes us so refinely that we comeup with several thoughts and idealogies that otherwise stay astray in our minds and fail to reveal. The ending is just splendid and shows the wisdom, respect and honour you have in context of those who fight for the dignity of their land......10/10