Through every thought.
On every surface.
Crossing every idea.
Lifting, gentle movements.
A certain direction.
Turning tides, opening skies.
Measuring the weight of wind.
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Through every thought.
On every surface.
Crossing every idea.
Lifting, gentle movements.
A certain direction.
Turning tides, opening skies.
Measuring the weight of wind.
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