Amidst the whirlwind's dance, I find my fear,
Entangling in a tale, once lost, now near.
Charming wind beckons, capturing my breath,
Yet, let not my green porch suffer a tragic death.
Oh, gentle breeze, spare my haven, I implore,
Let not destruction cover its peaceful floor.
For in dust and yellow leaves, a sorrow weaves,
I yearn for serenity, where beauty relieves.
For in this dance of shadows and light,
I yearn for solace, a respite, bright.
Hopeful, I navigate this unknown tide,
To find myself, where beauty can't hide.
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