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A Gust Of Wind.

A gust of wind,

Blew my hair.

All the strands stood up,

Like a writer’s flare.

A gust of wind,

Blew the wrappers of my donut,

Leaving the sticky cream of the donut on my hands.

A gust of wind,

Brought a leaf Into my hands,

Which was red in colour,

And it was from a Maple branch.

A gust of wind,

Blew our pain away,

And filled those gaps with bliss, happiness and light.

Adios!

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