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May 2020
It cools my face
As it hits me
It causes the trees to sway
As if they were in a dance
Windmills begin spinning
Urged on by the strong force
At times it’s ever so pleasant
And other times it’s too fierce
Wind, oh wind
So fickle
Rey Clarence Naya
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Rey Clarence Naya  19/M
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