Story of Sad Wind

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Ooo you, poor wind…

You cry outloud when people sleep tight at night,

Quietly wishper with no one to hear.

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Ooo you, poor wind….

You fly high to escape the real.

Here and there looking for someplace tranquil.

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Come here oo poor wind,

Come closer to me, the dying tree,

Together we sing a song till merry,

And set a good bye to the world behind  thee.

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None will bother us,

They can’t see us, not to mention caring to hear us.

We’ll be here together till the morning come.

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No need to think, darling,

For I already know that your heart has long been sinking.

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17.08 UTC+7,

3rd of Sept 2017,

Anadia Fatimah.

 

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