Wind always circles around, brings and takes away.
It always takes away the once unforgettable things or the words we vowed to keep,
A hundred miles per hour.
But it never brings back the balloons it’s blown away.
If we have to be the blower of balloons,
Then, I’ll have to thank the wind for its gift of disappearance.
So, what do we owe the wind?
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