Healing is a breeze that follows
Those that seek,
A breeze that whispers
Freedom when murky waters
Seep and the heart sinks
Below the levels
Of the purple seas,
Even when the roads are foggy
And the rout is too difficult to see
Amidst the airy calamity,
Healing appears once we seek
The breeze,
A breeze that sets us free
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