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John Gould Fletcher
PRAYERS FOR WIND
Let the winds come,
And bury our feet in the sands of seven deserts;
Let strong breezes rise,
Washing our ears with the far-off sounds of the foam.
Let there be between our faces
Green turf and a branch or two of black-tossed trees;
Set firmly over questioning hearts
The deep unquenchable answer of the wind.
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