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The soft scent of a gentle breeze,
Like a chilling mint within an arctic freeze
And the sprinkles of snow with a cooling relief,
I feel this air and begin to breathe.

This air so cool in a place so white,
With a shade of blue at a calming slight
And a sapphire plane upon a starry night,
An inward breath turns into a watery sight.

A crystal-borne current passing in a resonant void,
As a distant Angel chants her heavenly voice
And a harmonious melody echoes in the vast rejoice,
I hear the sound of the breeze I cannot avoid.

I have been drawn back to the beginning's end,
Holding my breath as the inhales ascend
Clenching the breeze with its wintry blend,
I release the sight, the sound, and the scent.