Wind…
I fly high into the sky with my wings out stretched.
I touch the soft fluffy clouds filled with rain that will soon cry out until there is nothing left.
Wind…
I awake in my room on my bed looking at the ceiling with my blankets thrown off and the win howling at my window begging to be let in.
Wind…
I get off my bed and open it to let the wind race into my room to carry me back to my bed and send me into a good nights rest.
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