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Come hither wind
Blow my thoughts
Out to sea.
Come restless waves
Wash away my misery.
Burn, sun, burn
Incinerate my dreams.
Nature
She is cleaning house
Purging ghosts
Cleansing spirits.
I feel free
Clean
Renewed.
Free as the wind
Cleansed as with water
Like virgin soil
Prepared with fire.
I can face anything now.
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©November 1998
Camille Moore-Chang. All rights reserved.
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