To where the wind blows upon your face. To where the sun shines down on the
people. The only thing that people wonder about the world.Is to where it
begins and ends like a straight line. To where you are is to where you stand
on the world.
To where the flowers bloom into the clear beating sun. To where my heart
moans like the whistling wind.Is to where the thunderhead overcasting the
arid sky.The warm,solidifying sky doors to heaven awaits your return. To
where your beautiful mind is anxious to pick you up and fly.
To where the dull and gloomy moon is dark like the midnight sky. To where
the lakes and streams sparkle like a drenched diamond. Is to where the rain
drops beat like exciting music. The howling,blowing sound rattling and
deafening into your waxed ears.To where the chanting crowd cheers for you as
you lose it.
To where the rain falls down your face. To where the wind finds a trace.To
where the earth sinks down your drooping face. Is to where you are forever
and together as a people. To where the sun shines,the rain falls,the earth
sinks and your mind thinks.
To where you are. To where you see. To where you hear. To where you guide
you. To where you are from me.
 
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