Crackling between the tree doffed off dry leaves,
swirling and twisting came the bucolic cool breeze;
I could hear the music that the cool breeze was carrying with it from lands far off,
Enjoying the sensations I felt as if I was gently being lifted and placed on a high isolated cliff;
In the pitch morning silence I could hear the breeze murmuring secrets in my ears,
Striving tenderly and gingerly to erase all my painful memories and tears;
Dancing in and out of my window the cool breeze clasped my soul to teach me to let go,
And when I promised to endeavour to do so, the cool breeze left me searching for other wounded souls!
I closed my eyes in adoration of the cool breeze crinkling away,
It made me wish, to a place where nobody know me or my name, I too want to get away!
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