a fiery benevolent angel
blew his wind across mountains and trees
and though rough it seems to be
it hits my face as warm breeze
and catches my spirit as it blows and blows
right through me
and i float
up and up and up
into the face of benevolonce and harmony
and in that gaze i did not feel
no heat, nor burning, nor blistering
i felt only soulfilled harmony
i closed my mind and drifted
and i opened my eyes to see
and i realized in that moment
i had never been more free
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