Reawakening
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Breezes of the wind, I feel it
Massaging my scalp, tranquil I feel..
My mind, my heart, my conscious, all one
I feel like souring, my soul, my guide
Spreading the wings of my entity, falling to the mercy of destiny
My star. My vice. My right.
It’s sweet breeze of calm draws the sullen and weary to its flow
Its unparalleled movement rescues the fallen leaf from its place of disparity
