Come on, the wind,
I want to listen to you,
Howl or roar,
No matter.
I am with my poems
And you can do no harm,
I know, and it is clear cut.
My thoughts,
Let me say all pure.
And I ponder not
No failure is written
Here or there for me.
I know the ground reality,
Dear wind, come on.
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My thoughts, Let me say all pure. And I ponder not No failure is written Here or there for me.. i know the ground reality. a spiritual philosophy. tony