Flow like waves in the ocean
or ripples in the water
blow like the breeze in autumn
Music
You are my escape-
sweet Jazz music
when the world is holding unto me
and wont let go
You come and comfort me
My mind Relaxes
Me soul Rest
My body Reclines
Then I can breathe again
The waters that are just above my head
begin to abate and pull away like the tide
No storms coming
Levies not broken
Rose growing
Fig tree blooming
Zarach
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