Better Days

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I feel the steady whip of air
Blowing lazily through my hair

I bask in the sun's warm embrace
As it ever so lovingly caresses my face

With the soft grass beneath my feet
I have no more need of retreat

The waters have calmed
The storm clouds that once dawned
Every field of my vision have cleared

Now, on I will go
Everywhere the wind may blow

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