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🔙 初冬的早晨 ⚙️

⬅️ 【⏳ 2025-05-02】（AI生成）（英文散文诗） ➡️

The wind whispers through the trees,

A soft melody that dances with ease.

It carries secrets from afar,

Stories of love, loss, and war.

In its gentle touch, I feel at peace,

As it caresses my soul with release.

I listen to its soothing song,

And feel like I truly belong.

The wind speaks in a language unknown,

A symphony of nature's own.

It tells tales of lands far away,

Of mountains high and rivers that stray.

I close my eyes and let it guide,

Me to places where I can hide.

Among the whispers of the wind,

I find solace and peace within.

So I'll continue to listen and hear,

The stories the wind holds dear.

For in its quiet and gentle way,

It brings me comfort every day.