_Wind in imagination_

_A picture drawn of mind _

_The smoothness of mist on tounge _

_Pink rose buds not yet bloomed_

_The color of the sun isn’t known_

_To man here_

_But the feeling is _

_Light that never radiates_

_Just surrounds you, just to dissipate _

_Maribelles littered at your feet _

_As a mountain winds around you_

_Guiding waves _

_Moving you towards a sky_

_No atmosphere _

_But the gentle caress of space _

_Stars bow their head to know you_

_The floor is wind here_

_The grass is many, and soft _

_I don’t know _

_I can’t tell you the color of the sky_

_Reach out your hands _

_Just to ask it _

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_Wind is the honey _

_Sticking to nothing _

_If you taste it now_

_You are here with me_

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_And I’m curious_

_Does it taste without bitter_

_To you too?_

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_Is this world without_

_A studied color_

_Beautiful to you_

_Too?_

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_Transparent without weight _

_Maybe this place_

_Knows as much as_

_You do. _

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_Wind whispers, without stop _

_Wind invites you_

_It loves to talk. _

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