All of a sudden the wind was calm
The blowing wind of trauma
Biting your skin
Leaving your fingers numb
No wonder I can’t hold onto such a memory
As I run for warmth
The process of letting go
Life has its twists and turns
The key to survival is adapting to change
Just like the seasons of a natural cycle
When we walk to new places
Meeting new faces
let the past recycle
It can help someone rearrange
A process’s unimaginable
Treeblooms 
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