The strong wind blowing
Rustling the window curtains
Pushing its caresses
Swaying waving the wind
Imagine it in my mind
The whirring sound
Circles it around
The wind crying
Carrying it into my ears
I fly around
Waving in and out
Into the horizon of beautiful colors
It is only the mind could find
The soft whispering
The web of dew drops
Waving hungrily to the ground
As the wind whirring it away
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