The colour of wind is just like loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself - to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved and this are similarity colour of wind is like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
The colour of wind is imaginable thing which we think everyday of our life, according to John Florio who said; “Wisdom sails with wind and time” is likely To long for that which comes not… To lay a-bed and sleep not…To serve well and please not… To have a horse that goes not…To have a man obeys not… To lie in jail and hope not. To be sick and recover not… To lose one's way and know not. To wait at door and enter not… and to have a friend we trust not: are ten such spites as hell hath not.”
The colour of wind is unimaginable of human thinking.
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I like the angle of your story-the colour of the wind. In your article wind have no colour but rather a loving relationship with those around us.
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