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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.