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A wispy wind, off in the distance, nearer it comes to me
I feel it run it's fingers through my hair.
Goosebumps break out across my skin as I feel it caress
my body. I shiver with delight.
How I would love to run with you, seeing the wonders and
breathless sights you see.
How'd I love to be with you always... but a dream it is.
You are too fast, too far.
I can't keep up with your pace. Sadness fills the empty
void inside of me
I wish always to be by your side, but a hopeless
desire… an inevitable want
I can't be with you, because you are the wind, and the
wind is nothing but a mere shape… a feel… a hope…
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