O mighty October wind
What are you laying down
With your gentle strokes of fragrance
What answers reside in you
Those I cannot seem to understand
As I lay these paper crumbs
Galloping in the air, riding your strength
A deep sense of wonder takes birth
I realize, the answers will be mine
The need to run is diminished
They were born in me, are a part of me
My anxious molecules. Her face,
Ever glowing is even brighter
This moment is in my hands
I clench it tighter and then I let it go
As you whisper softly, O October wind.
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