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Day 351


The wind underneath my wings

Propelling toward some great unknown

Heart racing towards the finish line

The song a sweet bird sings

Sat atop a golden throne

A joy that once was mine

Returning to its rightful place

To now be plainly seen

Whispers of a brand new day

Greeting me with grace

Tree of life, evergreen

I hope it’s here to stay

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