Lost
There
is something in the air,
in
the wind,
in
Spring.
A
softness and a promise,
of
a brighter tomorrow.
An
answer to your requests,
a
lightness to your walk.
Is
there another way of being?
Another
course to take?
Arrow,
point out the right direction,
and
I will never doubt you again!
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