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The wind is blowing softly,

With the scent of the coming fall.

I yearn for it,

And hope for it,

As never I have before.

The anger I knew once,

A focused beam of strength;

And everyday, yes every day,

I pray my blessed-thanks.

“You’ll be okay”,

“You’ll be alright”,

Whispers in my ears;

From out the peace,

Which does not cease,

Between the earth and me.

You’re free.

You’re free!

And you can be,

All you choose to be!

For in the present,


I’m content to be me.

K. Aldaya, 9/05/06

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