uttered your last well wishes, your goodbyes and the wind blows.
You are light and graceful.
For how long have you been alone in this journey?
Yet, you are still light and graceful.
Wait! what is this? You have been stained? You have been hurt?
Oh! Sweet darling! Poor thing!
How sorry am i for You that the wind never stop blowing.
Long have you been traveling alone and in fear.
and the wind never stop blowing.
What?! A sight of another lost one?
Possible unity?
*Smile.
All well wishes to both of you.
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