I love the weather just before a typhoon, when fierce winds swirl in a rhythmic tune.
Powerful, refreshing breeze, scatters hair, rustles clothes, chaotic yet soothing, it freely flows.
Since childhood days, confinement and solitude wrapped around me, a constant mood.
Yet, winds pierce deep, breaking chains apart, cleansing darkness, renewing my heart.
I picture myself, atoms breaking free, scattering through skies, liberated and carefree.
Storms and chaos, typhoons in flight, cleansing chaos, bringing clear sight.
After storms subside, a fresh, brighter day, a promise of future, washed clean, underway.
I crave speed, velocity divine, and turbulent winds align perfectly fine.
Carried swiftly, my mind takes flight, traveling freely, embracing pure delight.
In these moments, truly, I am free, escaping the room that once imprisoned me.
Strong winds grant, with rhythmic might, the greatest freedom, my soul takes flight.
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