we understand that you as the wind
shall pass only for a moment
and so you like to help us
whenever you are here
by accident or chance
wind comb my hair and free it from
the dirt of the earth
softly and gently sing me your passing song
when i like
this momentariness, wind, oh wind,
i shall go with you
later.
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