Wind
It is invisible
But yet it is our soap
The silent rushing of wisdom,
Leaves no space for holes
Grateful for every breath,
Against my boiling blood
Or letting out every sigh,
To feel my heart go fluttering by
You can see it through the mist,
The throng or air, blissful as a kiss
Wandering by, through the sky,
like a kite go flying by
We need air, and it needs us,
For I have started to develop a startling trust
But yet it is our soap
The silent rushing of wisdom,
Leaves no space for holes
Grateful for every breath,
Against my boiling blood
Or letting out every sigh,
To feel my heart go fluttering by
You can see it through the mist,
The throng or air, blissful as a kiss
Wandering by, through the sky,
like a kite go flying by
We need air, and it needs us,
For I have started to develop a startling trust
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Wind is powerful, but is seems to guide me. Wind shouts us the right way to life... We should love it.
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