the wind speaks to his son,
moves his blanket of clouds,
sharing the moon,
the stars,
the universe.
loving you with each verse,
feeling unstoppable,
no more curse,
no more one way love,
no false hugs,
sleeping on floors or the grass,
just to become whole again,
to roll over,
to mow over,
living a new,
no crying just being you,
loving every minute of it.
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