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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