In the gentle
wind
That blows
I find a pristine
form
To mold
Ever so
tenderly
Carefully
With the hands
Of faith and
hope
My dreams
My days
My destiny
My joys
My peace
My ecstasy
I sculpt my
life
With my sweat
and tears
Embrace all
That
circumstance brings
I touch the sky
To gather
rainbows
And paint
The bliss of an
eternal spring
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