I move freely,
I make you dance,
I “remove” the bad from you,
You make me move,
You make me dance,
You make me want to be better,
Which in turn makes you better,
I need your sturdiness as an escape from my constant sway,
I never stay still but at times
I get caught in your branches,
I am the wind,
And you the tree.
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