Sometimes, you just need to put down
all the pressure you put on your back
And feel the breeze on the savannah
And the wrinkles on the face of the sea
Everything becomes so clear that you cannot imagine
You can hear the whisper of the winds
You can see the changes of seasons
You can smell the scents of new life
At September 25th
I found myself again
Not in the rain
Nor in the wing
But the peace in my brain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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