Wind
Sitting in a class,
Thinking of my past,
I saw a flower in the glass,
Which mean the wind had passed,
Sometimes I wish to fly,
With you nearby,
Sitting in the clouds,
Leaving our lifes without doubts,
Then the teacher comes slap me,
For dreaming about u and me,
I have to set you free,
see you where ever the wind will be.
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