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Not Long

Not long,
not long now,
until the west wind calls
out to me again.

Reviving my hollow shell,
giving me purpose,
even if the only purpose is
to press on.

Forward is the way
when you run
to leave the past behind
in the mist.

Endless forests await,
wild and untamed
and they may be scary
and frightening.

But if you never leave,
how will you know
what you're missing,
if you'll fly?

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