Inner wind
I have an inner wind
She moves me into captivation
She approves of me and my content
Reaching for the tips of the flowers
She decides to bloom me
In all my best of days
She takes control and possesses me
To never end and muses me
To perfection so allegory
It makes me profess my faith
To myself rests
In very way I perform
Miracles of believing in myself
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