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The whisper of the wind
Innocence within our soul
Telling us of love while delivering
us protection,
She plays our senses like
a child with a toy forever
Sharing the enjoyment of youth
laughing and then smiling,
Her hands reach far and wide
as her touch is soft and gentle
We must not deny her
calming and soothing effect,
The many rainbows of her aura
flash us with beauty and serenity
With a sensual attraction for
every heart to listen,
I pray we could remain
a virgin in the sacred form
But each seed must grow into an
flower and face the world,
Her voice begins to ebb away
But there’ll be no farewell for us
We can still feel natures power
inside the realm of dreams.

By: David Holloway
The Colours of Schizophrenia

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