Your Aura
The smell of crisp cool air,
Linger in your path.
Sun brightened flower,
Fill your footsteps.
You receive the lost souls,
With your touch.
You Grant freedom to,
The soul that is lacked.
The mourn filled skies,
Gleam in your presents,
They sing the songs
Of warm hearts and new beginnings
Your make greatest power,
Come the smallest things.
You stop the over powerful
And make them small.
The cries vanish
The pain is healed
The mourning turned
Into cheerful wished
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