Where do these

WINDS

come from..

They are blowing

They are showing

they carry

an echo

one that

I've heard

before

one that

carries

A darkness

combined

with

a sense.

A sense

of comfort.

The wind

carries

your voice.

Letting me

know,

know

That it is

OK,

to breathe

to grieve.

To laugh

to remember.

the happy

To be angry

WANT To

fight the

world..

To be bold.

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