It fondly traces its way,
an aroma filling my lungs, searching out my soul within my constricted chest, opening up passages
of past life, breathed anew.

 

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I push through reeds and mountain dust and make clouds hover, and move

 

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I am the wind.

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When you met me, I was a gentle evening breeze. Warm, romantic, well received. A respite from the summer’s heat. 

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