I can be the light breeze blowing gently through the green grass.
I can be a free gust of wind, playfully playing with the kites in the sky.
I can be the storm in the storm, roaring and howling without any scruples.
I can also be the sword wind in winter in the north, tough and sharp, brave and strong.
Being pretentious is not affectionate, and being angry is not being powerful.
Growth is the calm after the storm.
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