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Wind (original poem)

Wind (original poem)

When the wind blows me sprouts

I froze myself

Wait until I have a day to melt myself

The wind was gone

Wind (original poem)

When the wind blows me results

I was still clinging to my late bloom

Not alarmed at all

At that time I believed too much in my own autumn

Wind (original poem)

Right now

The wind has not yet blown

Winter has given me a solid hug

I left myself cold to the ground

Wind (original poem)