I'm like the wind going alone
I'm fast running everywhere
Going from place to place
As trees blowing so we can breathe
So that the trees blow so hard that the lives can fly
The wind winning with his fast blowing
The wind blowing
I start breathing
We bread when the trees blow
Breath when it blows to live
Which trees that blow
Is the only thing I know
1 comment:
willy u have a great mataphor
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