Return like the wind,
Blow into the wind like air is a space,
While essays are written to display mankind,
When easiness is an issue of wide concern.
My nature has blots of innocence due to air that breathes,
It is inspiration of the mouth and heart,
Speech has never believed the speeches.
Must I wait forever in heaven, or do I die in it?
Return to the winds of the sky,
And laugh forever in union,
In union with the sky.
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