Think of nothing, just sit and be quiet
Gather all the broken pieces of your soul together. Heal.
Sing yourself a lullaby and
Dream
Of light
And flying
Of walking barefoot in the grass
Still damp from a burst of summer rain
Breathe deep, and long, and full
And all that ails you
Will dissolve
Into the folds of night's dark, deep shroud
Rest, be still.
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