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I like how the wind whispers into my ears
As I gallop through meadows and onto the rough town sidewalks.
Every step,
One after the other.
The knot that ties all my worries, stress, and anxiety,

Many people express themselves through music,
Creating benevolent tunes so soothing to the ears till we feel every aspect of their well-being, their emotions.
Others swirl their tinted wooden brushes onto blank canvases.

What does the wind see as it sifts through the sky?
Does it see ongoing soccer games?
Two rivaling teams battling their heart and soul out under the game they love.
The wind whipping away the sweat drizzling down their necks,

The thumping of the basketball going down the court.
The crowd near silent, anticipating the next move.
Our team in desperate need of a basket.
That basket ensures our win,
Our reward.

She had the brightest of complexions,
Bathed among the wisps of morning kindle,
The ignition of intense light sought out upon the vivid sky.
From the outside, she was golden in every way,
Looking oh so perfect amidst the clouds.

She carried something invisible to the human eye
Something that made her shoulders sag a bit more each day
Something that made her eyes droopy with tiredness
Yet she kept moving on with that thing in her hands