#Quatrain
Where the wind wuthers in the heights,
The waves crash endlessly on the shore.
Wild flowers bloom in green meadows.
In such places does my spirit dance,
It flies, it soars and whispers on the wind.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2022
Quatrain-Unrhymed – Whispers
VIXEN of VERSE 
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