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The wind’s path
Can’t be written.

Neither ink nor blood
Will code the wind

Here is my home
Inside the wind

And where I belong
Is the wind’s core

Don’t ask for me
In fields or houses,

On the streets or mountains
Or among companions

Nothing I am is usable
Indeed I am so changed

By the wind, soon I’ll have
Become invisible.

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