When Dark King walks slowly in his gloomy kingdom
The Sun goes to the dance party with his lovers
The Moon cries bitterly in the arm of sparkling stars
The Wind can’t stand seeing his mother’s falling tears
He is deep in thought on the top of Himalaya
Crossing Pacific Ocean to find where his father is
The Sun is kissing an attracted rainbow in Hawaii
He wanders sluggishly to the North Pole
Don’t know his teardrops or anything created a flood in San Francisco
He goes alone in the Sahara…no human sound..only wind blowing
Where to go ? How to live now? The wind cries hopelessly
“Poor boy! Poor boy! Go with grandmother! I am here with you”
I see bright wings are opened to hug the poor Wind….
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