Wind As Nature's Love Language

Don't you think?

That wind is,

A love language of nature,

An equivalent to physical touch,

As it breezes past everything and everyone,

Silently and secretly planting sweet, little kisses,

Onto anything, everything and everyone,

Tangling hair,

Playing with flowy dresses,

Tickling the bare legs and arms,

Always finding a way to touch,

Every inch of you,

Bringing alive,

Your skin,

With goosebumps all over.

Tell me,

If this isn't a love language,

What is?

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