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Crumbs of The Mind
Mind's Wanderings
With
but one willful thought
All the commotion fades
And a tranquility
Reminiscent of a night upon calm waters
Envelopes my mind's wanderings
And as I move forward slowly
I am met by the gentle
Yet somehow nearly tangible
Touch of a warm wind
Itself moving with a quite force
Pressing against my being
Touching something within me
Yet moving with a strength
Like that of a sympony
Filled with swells of power
Matching my own
Yet never seeking to conquer
Only to move as if
In the midst of a perfect
Embrace
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