4 Wind

by see   Dec 10, 2006


10 December: Wind the magic turn dust to gold.

Northern wind is twinkle like star
Northport freeze and cold
High deep in snow hard to reach
In the eye is impossible

Southern wind blue cloud
Flow above round and round
Seeing moon light be blue
Will the moon light turn to blue

Eastern wind tiger roar
The whole atmospheres turning black
Fear all or will be eating
But just a kitten can only catch rat

Western wind burning like the sun
It heat burn skin away
Painful and hurt could be long
Will disappear when it dark

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