The wind is blowing now.
I can feel it through my hair.
It's like they are whispering.
Can't you see?
The wind is passing through the trees.
They rock back and forth like they are dancing.
I can feel it on my skin.
Today it begins.
The wind comes and goes.
And it will catch you by surprise.
It feels so good.
Is it understood?
The wind is by my side.
Like a lover or a friend.
You will be gone, but you will come back.
Until we meet again.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
The wind is blowing now.
I can feel it through my hair.
It's like they are whispering.
Can't you see?
The wind is passing through the trees.
They rock back and forth like they are dancing.
I can feel it on my skin.
Today it begins.
The wind comes and goes.
And it will catch you by surprise.
It feels so good.
Is it understood?
The wind is by my side.
Like a lover or a friend.
You will be gone, but you will come back.
Until we meet again.
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