| Blow Wind | ||
| The wind in the trees,
Blowing softly, Seems to call my name. It seems to beckon me, To go closer to the line, The line between fantasy and reality. It seems to say, �Let everything go, fly free, spread your wings and fly.� I want to listen, to follow its orders, But so many worries in this world, Are holding me back. |
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