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Winds blow subtly through these woods,
Trees burn of a pain not understood,
In a rheumatic sky, I dance to the surrounding peace,
Leaves fall through the atmosphere as I enjoy this distracting peace,
I continue forward to embrace my calling for which is fate,
I come to these woods where my pain and I would be safe,
As the colors of the leaves surround me visually and physically,
The crisp smell of lavender prepares my mind and body individually,
Time slows as I march forward with peace filled within,
As the sun draws to a close,
My pain is arisen, and ready to begin my descend,
Fog engulfs my path on this road of forbidden peace,
It welcomes death, anger and sadness to come take a seat,
But this is the journey I must face to find peace in my home,
The path between light and dark is a cold one,
It is a task that only I and my mind have burdened alone
