The Gust
Even still, or even though
Hot or cold, and through the pore
So dense, so beautiful
Full in faith, elusive and pitiful
Freezing, but i yearn for it
It Makes me wilt
I cannot see it but i can feel it
As it has shown me
So dear that i have to kneel
As memories spawn the sky
I stay as fly
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