The wind kept blowing, taking me to places I never wanted to be
I felt myself been lifted high above the clouds and I sigh!
I saw a girl with brown hair, laughing
I fell back into the grass
There was no sound
Her laughter echoes and the force of it threw me off course and I drifted off
She giggles and I envied her beauty and innocence.
No wonder, I am envious, I am only a straw
Nobody cares for a straw
Humans stepped on me but I can feel and sniffs tales from afar
Christmas is near, the end of the age is not far, some says
I have no qualms, after all
I am only a straw in the wind
with no cares in the world
Why do humans worry for what they cannot change!
Why stress over destiny?
Why fret over imaginations?
Why do they live in…
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