A Tale of The Wind
And to one certain types of wind blowing through my heart
lingering around for long, trying to find that small space to get through the dense.
of course, like hell that it will find it, my heart is already fulfilled.
but, how lively this world speaks about your complexion
just like a fistful of wind blowing through during a fiery weeks
or cold water that heals the thirst of the midnight
You fill the what this heart longing
To know you, brought me back to where hope is on its way home.
feels like the warmth of a dying star.
enliven the celebration of love
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and to one certain types of wind blowing through my heart
may the fate create its best tale of us