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Ode to the Wind

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I want to be the wind,
and feel every faded and withered beat.
So mysterious,
So many colors,
So unclear.
Yet it Invades us, and we know it all too well.
I want to be the wind,
With brutality and a pointless pierce.
A internal and timeless battle.
Up roaring as it weighs what it has left behind.
With a wild crack it slows,
with a wild crack it grows,
with power?
intelligence?
fear?
Regret it has never tasted.
It takes all down.

Battered and spewed,
Beat with no mercy.
Ode to the wind,
How i long too be you.



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