Wind blows through the willows and I think of her hair,
So rich with color and fasination is her hair

I look into a deep pond shimmering, and I think of her eyes,
Gleeming like that of the brightness of a Supernova

I look at her, and I see a goddess of wind, courage, and
most of, kindness.

When I need hope, I think of Fuu-san

Sarah
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