Wind Whisperer

Here he is, a Whisperer of some sort,
Where the winds of my youth
Calm into rhythmic waves.

In and out of our coastal hearts,
Breezing upon my earth
To comfort piercing quakes.

There, a magical force of some sort,
Where the winds of his realm
Heal my wounded cracks.

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