My heart is beating happily because of an expectation to fly to a remote grassland. It has never been dusted by the impetuous mood which you can feel everywhere in one city. How much I hope I can dance freely with my heart beat and spin with the motive passion in my body. Then I can forget anything----all the worries, the disturbing, the careness about someone, ...Life of a human being sometimes needs a high song or dance for a while.
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Listen, there is a breeze whispering through the trees.
Do you hear the rustling leaves?
That is the answer back to the breeze. :)
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