Below is the poem entitled How The Wind Blows which was written by poet
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No one knows how the wind blows,
Or which direction the wind goes.
But the wind is more precious,
And also more precious than gold.
But why do I feel like a ghost,
Trap between worlds.
How the wind blows where the wind goes,
Why do I want to know.
Why do I feel trap between world,
Was this world meant for me.
Why am I going crazy,
And why is the wind,
So interesting to me.
Cause I'm alone with only the wind,
By my side.
How the wind blows no one knows.
I'm a outcast in this world,
With no place to go.
That's why I always turn to the wind,
Just to relax my soul.