Is it still there?
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How good is it to feel
The air brushing against
your face..
Caressing every pigment of your
skin gently…
The cool air gives the strength to
carry on..
Suiting the unforgettable wounds..
Telling me that it’s all right
to fall..
With the condition
having to climb up back again..
The tenderness of the breeze
carries your worries away…
And it’s hand graciously runs through your hair..
How good if it’s for eternity..
It’s just ecstasy..
But at last I have to
stop running so did the breeze…
Gasping for more air..
Every one more breath I take…
It makes me feel being reborn..
Like a crying new born..
And again I went on…
I couldn’t describe
it any better…
it’s just a wonderful experience..
the one will never forget..
The air brushing against
your face..
Caressing every pigment of your
skin gently…
The cool air gives the strength to
carry on..
Suiting the unforgettable wounds..
Telling me that it’s all right
to fall..
With the condition
having to climb up back again..
The tenderness of the breeze
carries your worries away…
And it’s hand graciously runs through your hair..
How good if it’s for eternity..
It’s just ecstasy..
But at last I have to
stop running so did the breeze…
Gasping for more air..
Every one more breath I take…
It makes me feel being reborn..
Like a crying new born..
And again I went on…
I couldn’t describe
it any better…
it’s just a wonderful experience..
the one will never forget..
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