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Sweet Breeze

I smile on your world,
And in effect you blow a sweet breeze my way.
A breeze once I would resist,
Because of fear it would tangle my hair.

World I feel your hot sun beating down on my tight, dark skin.
I realize this experience is a miracle.
So I dance in the grass.
I allow the grass, the soil, the earth to feel my bare feet.
And it brings me closer to god,
But it also brings him closer to me.

Understanding the world as I do now,
I say, 'please world,
Please god,
Please sweet breeze come tangle my hair.'

by Sarah Noffke

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