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thank you wind

thank you wind
for whispering peace
thank you wind for carrying my concerns
I sit under these boughs
about to break
they swing and sway
I am lifted
what I feel is gone and you are all
I pray to you
please don't stop
move
shift
push
please
when you end they return

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