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Thin papers compose me
in this fragile and soft body,
I am woven with the delicacy of the wind,
I'm wrapped in its dance.
Life flows in my essence,
like the sighs of a river,
If the wind blows, I bend,
but I never give up.
I am like a blank book
waiting to be written,
My pages are ready with adventures,
secrets and hidden dreams.
My thoughts unfold
like letters dancing in the air,
If the wind blows, I transform myself,
always in search of blossoming.
Every fold of my being tells
stories of love and struggle,
Fears and hopes
are intertwined in every wrinkle.