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 ever 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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