Once my journey in this life ends, I shall be the wind,
Blown to all parts of the world, every place shall I be.
Gentle wind is my gentle smile to you,
A warm breeze of touches and kisses to the ones I ever loved.
Formless I shall be, mystical will be my name,
No traces of me, as I am everywhere.
Hustling wind blows, sound of rustling leaves,
Whispering nothingness, only me.
Freedom is mine, wanderer I shall be,
Over the mountains and the seas will be my dwelling eternally.
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