Like autumn leaves, they drift and fall, Responding to a distant call. The heavy burdens, day by day, I gently loosen, and give away. No longer mine to carry near, Dispelling doubt, dispelling fear. A lightness blooms within my chest, As weary worries find their rest.
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Letting Go
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Like autumn leaves, they drift and fall, — Responding to a distant call.
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