A sacred draught is drifting through the windows of your heart,

you need to listen closely to its pleas,

petitioning a climate change, it whispers, on its knees,

and begs of you: embrace a brand new start.

While storms of guilty feeling rain a damper on your day,

take heed of gentle murmurs on the breeze,

believe the moonlight shining through the silhouetted trees,

to smile on secret innuendo's play.

The winds of change are blowing, sweeping clean your secret place,

to leave a space for treasure chests of gold,

sirocco's summer heat will overpower winter cold,

as blushing pink returns onto your face.

So look outside tomorrow at the dawning of the sun,

unlock your sleeping breast and breathe the air,

electric dreams - an undercurrent - wait for you out there,

propel your kite into the wind - and run!
 

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