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Calm
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innocence The painless wind of melanchony
that breathes and caresses down my neck
leaves a quiet spot in my heart
which never bleeds or beats
These silent sounds make me forget
The howling pains and troubles
in which I am accustomed to hearing and seeing
But all, now is in harmony
trees rustle, and fall, the leaves
that took their first breaths in May
Like the leaves, Im waiting for something
or someone to drift me away.
