The storm is breeze filled my empty air clears the way
and pain into a smile.
Anxiety
quiet my feet are like feathers
skin clothing is all the way
and soul.
Today I have dreamed what immense joy for a great time
night made me wings.
Oh no, you go back my god
again and again the storm.
And with my body you'll wish you always
spotted in honor of the truth.
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