I still hear wind hustling outside my windows,
Trees and lamp post swaying,
Every time the wind howls,
My fear builds up too.

I wasn’t sure if it’s the fear towards the typhoon itself.
Or the haunted feel from the howling noise that it made,
But in the end, I realized,
All I fear beneath these howling wind, all I worry for, you.


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