The wind that blew across your face, blowing up your hair;
Was me, trying to catch a glimpse of you, though far, far away;
My heart touched yours, my dismay removed a few scales low;
For I could once more see you, the glimmer in your eyes;
When I kissed you good bye, until heavens allow me to blow:
Once more, around you; maybe, you would glance
To say, ‘I love this wind’…
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