To touch freshness of mind
Wind binds love in touch.
We hope to see bees fly
In search of love flower
To gather honey and serve
They fly in new wind far.
Having a life like wind
We travel in freshness
Morning sings the day
Entirely wind sings love.
New glitter of wind we feel
As birds chirp and sing
Sound flies up to us more
Wind gives feathers of love.

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