I take the shape of all that holds me tight, flowing east and west from morning until night. No form of my own…

I take the shape of all that holds me tight, flowing east and west from morning until night. No form of my own, yet I fill every space, slipping through your fingers without leaving a trace.

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I take the shape of all that holds me tight, flowing east and west from morning until nigh… | Where Winds Meet Database