Hope and faith, set in motion reverberates in love, lived simple, life’s inherent symbol. When breeze blows, strikes a cord, wind becomes instrumental. As air moves about, unforeseen element, provoke statue qou, the wind chimes in, making its presence known. Air suspended, nudged by hands of time, echoes within the wind. The soothing sound of freedom, tales of how the wind chimes. Gusts of air, brushing up against what is, the wind, serenading with its lyrical expression. When spring blooms, when summer’s hue exhales the warmth of its days, wind chimes its muse. Air, conditioned to be, drifts directional with its charm, breathtaking but does no harm. Knowing, the breath of its gentle allure, knowing the subtle thrust within love’s forevermore. Oxygen, precipitates movement of the wind, the soul reciprocates air, love compelling the breadth, and therefore the heart… chimes!
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A Love Story! 
A delightful sound and lyrical symbol of love. 💞
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Blessings!🙏🏽
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🙏🏻🌼
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beautiful, Warren 🙏
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Thanks!🙏🏽
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my pleasure 🙏
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Very interting thoughts, the idea that hope and faith can ring out. I like it, Blessings
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Blessings!🙏🏽🙏🏽
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Excellent message and so well composed lines Warren 🙏😊
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Appreciate the comment!🙏🏽
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Wow. Fantastic and incredible words Warren. I love the poetry form of writing here and these words “Gusts of air, hope and faith” hit the spot⭐💖👌
Great to read about this
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Blessings!🙏🏽
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