Cold and smooth and fast and fine,
Wind is invisible like an unseen line,

None of the problems nothing to worry,
it is like a cotton smooth and furry,
Sometimes soft and sometimes hard,
That way it blows in my backyard,
Taking the leaves inside my room,
Which I have to clean with my broom,
Opens the window with a shine,
It is invisible like an unseen line.

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