Hold my cheek up to the light,
to feel the warmth that sets me free...
from spells of cold and
frozen lies, to life and light
and breath.
I breathe at last,
a sigh of relief;
let go of the burden that found
home in my chest.
Light as air,
like a soft summer rain,
pouring over my soul,
drowning my sorrow.
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