Winds that fly, way too high
Like some dreams unfulfilled
It goes like this
Like a girl who goes from palace to field
People think how she is..
Question remains what she is
She moves in air. With a feeling of despair
People who oogle thinks she is an awsm stare
In her heart she thinks cant she be invisible
So that she cannot be answerable…
Wind can only be felt and not seen
Hope she could be the same
So the she could make people feel what she carries in her heart
Rather than they guessing what she is..
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