Running through the meadow
feeling free, with no shadows

Not a disquiet, not a distress
just the breeze in my hair

Sorrow and despair,
can no longer, affect me here
With the weight washed away
Only feelings of exuberant delirium are near

Taking a breath, stepping back
reminiscing on the past

Nothing seems impossible
nothing seems improbable
nothing seems impassable
I can conquer all.

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