15d • ✍️ Write Anyway
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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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