A hundred fairies holding on,
waiting for the tiniest wind to blow their way.
With a summer breeze, they all let go,
free at last to float high above.
Drifting on the flow of tranquillity,
Settling only on their destiny.
What, once let go, will allow you to float high into the flow of tranquillity?
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