When it comes better Kate Oneford
When the water turned cloudy A whirlwind of anxiety thrills you ruthlessly And you can t hide you from the onslaught Tormenting and oppressing your soul. When the water is deep And beyond the darkness there is no light Tell me who creates this miracle: A feeling of soaring and quiet joy When through the branches again a warm ray breaks through, Filling the void, Restoring balance. When everything around tells you: live Now you re not so cold in the open wind, And the water washes away the indelible, And the soul becomes cleaner.
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