I am the wind ruffling through the maize of your mind
In a crowded room.
I am the rain falling upon the hill,
Wearing at the ground.
I am the cloud in a blue sky;
A patch of doubt; a shirt marked with dye.
I am the last shred of worry lurking in your mind
You've not been able to place.
I am the logic in every half-truth.
I am not what you need;
And yet I soothe.
I am a word said in vain
To comfort you and ease your pain.
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