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Like a leaf in a tree befriending a bird in the sky,
Swinging here and there wanting to join the tribe ,
I took the leave abruptly !
The wind is my home suddenly !
I can listen to birds singing clearly !
That's my urge, I meet finally !
I was given a triomphé !
Glory is mine I reached it vigorously !
Who are you and who are they, thinking am at fault anyway ?
I am here I am there dancing with wind as my man ,
Wait! Where are they!
The tribe has left the clouds whispered !
You are alone the rain has said !
Kissing the shore finally !
covered with blisters and bruises they left me!
The sugar world crumpled and melted aggressively !
I didn't do the aftermath stupidly ,
Where's home again to wind I said,
They left to the other land he replied sad,
Where to go and what to do!
I am ruminating The faults I still do!
I met the ocean surprisingly ,
Saying the wisdom I couldn't understand easily!
he said: some mountains are not worthy to climb!
some oceans are not trustworthy for sailing !
some roads are unworthy to ride !
some birds don't deserve a try ,
to yourself you should always belong!
and remember:
befriend god though he shower you with light every day,
befriend the moon as it always come in our darkest days,
befriend the sun as it always whispers every dawn this too shall pass,
befriend sunset as it takes your sadness away ,
befriend the stars as they paint your life with gold,
and flowers are there in the front line protecting you from an unpredictable windy days ,
leafs are everywhere waiting for you to cast a spell,
so they can find you !
we can meet and share a season, they say,
part ways at fall season!
may we meet again after some windy days!
they left!
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