Wind

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As if the wind was talking,

Saying something I didn't know

Trying to soothe me, trying to calm me down

Taking my worries off of me.

The noise of the ruffled papers telling me it's here for me again

It is here again, to bring me peace.

The joy it seems to bring the leaves, is the same it brings to me

Touching my face in a way as if playing with my cheeks

Always making a mess of my hair, never letting it be

But relieving me of my burden

Taking my worries off of me.

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