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She’s The Wind

The mellow breeze

Blustering through

Fields of flowers reminds

Me of her lively

Demeanor when

She’s around,

Her voice is a symphony

That triggers a smile

When I’m down,

I feel so alive as if

I resurrected from

6 feet below the ground,

What, when, where, how?

After her text I look up

From my phone in

Confusion as to where

I am now,

Could this be a dream

Or an unorthodox

Thought that

Was randomly found,

What ever trance this is

I don’t ever want to get out

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