And one more from Krunal, somehow this one has touched a chord as it is a time of new beginnings for me as well... Enjoy...
Hush, the wind sings
listen to what it brings
the sounds from across
the dreams of whitewash
the darks are hues now
agonies are few now
the fever that was so high
is now receding
pick up the idle book
it needs a little reading
breathe deep into the air
breathe the scent it wears
let the trapped voice
break free and rejoice
open up your mind
leave the pains behind
open your ears
to the sweet silence
open your eyes
to dreams it saw once
move from deliriums
to ecstasy
let the inner tide rise
let it meet the sea
in the time of shudders
the vessels are porcelain
but don't you bother, boy
the slate is wiped clean
the doors have opened up
come out of the room
it's time to heal now
it's time to bloom...
Hush, the wind sings
listen to what it brings
the sounds from across
the dreams of whitewash
the darks are hues now
agonies are few now
the fever that was so high
is now receding
pick up the idle book
it needs a little reading
breathe deep into the air
breathe the scent it wears
let the trapped voice
break free and rejoice
open up your mind
leave the pains behind
open your ears
to the sweet silence
open your eyes
to dreams it saw once
move from deliriums
to ecstasy
let the inner tide rise
let it meet the sea
in the time of shudders
the vessels are porcelain
but don't you bother, boy
the slate is wiped clean
the doors have opened up
come out of the room
it's time to heal now
it's time to bloom...
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