to tell you the truth I never want to.

one two three,

four five six,

seven eight nine

ten.

counting tiring count

while grilling

a wing

of a bird.

thrilled by the wind

thus he

went flying and

never wanted to go down

nor up in the hill.

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dark wind

took a sight,

exaggerating

the darkness.

jubilant smile

fell on that face.

dumbfounded

by the shrill,

the bird

called the wind.

"happy day

isn't it?

why must

you be so rude?"

the wind

replied

naught.

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for some reasons,

things are kept secret.

till the day comes,

it'll be buffeted.

or maybe,

something are better left unsaid.

let time decides.

happy day,folks! :)