DECEMBER SOULS: DAY 29, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, " THE WIND...."

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• DECEMBER SOULS: DAY 29
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI  WRITES,
• "  THE WIND...."

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SYNOPSIS: Wind in the out-of-doors is a fact of life; wind seems to be our constant companion. It is surely persistent, pressing into our body to slow your speed, hurling dust or snow into your face and eyes, and stealing away precious warmth. Sometimes I try to convince myself that wind, rain, sun shine – all are bounty of our nature or gift from God, the almighty - WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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The Wind

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• A wild wind blows westward;
• She turned her face to eastward;
• A hand approached to lift her upward
• For the wind crowds her nostrils
• Outside the windows of the dead;
• The heat floated across her breasts;
• There is a smell of the burned flesh,
• So sweet and bountiful,
• I should breathe and rejoice now

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI