The wind

The wind

this is not a story of saddness

this is not a story of angry

But of the love for wind

I love the wind

But hate the sound

The wind blows your hair from your face

the wind blows the fall leaves around

the wind cools you down in the summer and the spring

I Love the wind

but hate the sound

The wind is your friend but also your foe

For the wind can be good or it can be bad.

I love the wind

But hate the sound.

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