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In the air so still

In the warmth of a summer forest

I sat in the mossy scented air so low

quietly still, as silent raindrops fell

my woodwind breath of music, floated

as I remembered how to breathe

awakened in my soul, a well of joy and sorrow

it came in waves, to flood the heart, it’s empty halls and chambers

a wave of grief soon surfacing, and I with nowhere else to run

was made to feel, letting the wave take me, a wet washing of tears

cry of locked away fears – deep to feel

of my hidden soul, a truth revealed

how sacred a moment, a place to heal

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