The wind lead her here
To face familiar fear
It blows from behind
Ushering her mind
She puts up a fight
But the wind's always right
It whispers console,
"Let me take control"
She surrenders her will
But fear remains still
Coiled like a vine
On her wit it will dine
"Trust in my reason"
Howls the wind without season
And off they flew
Into the fearless blue
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