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Invisible chains begin to fall,
A silent breeze - i heed its call.
It warms, it stirs, yet can't stay,
A drifting soul, it slips away.
The breeze i am won't take me far,Â
Yet dreams to rise where wild winds are.
If every inch of felling known
Were met with grace - respect once shown,
Forgiven heat that dries out care,
Forgiven floods that drenched what's fair,
What once was loved, now washed, remains -
By many hearts with sweet refrains.
i'm the breeze that longs to blow
To lands i never got to know,
To flowers rare, to sky unseen -Â
A storm-to-be where i've been.
But truth be told - i'm field as well!
A place where stories rise n dwell,
A field to self i've yet to find,
A field for those who seek, who're kind.
A resting place, a breath, a friend,
A space where broken souls may mend.
So come, explore - no need to run away...
The breeze is here. The field is me.
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