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Wondering through the complex mazes of the wind, trying to feel beyond what I cannot see; trying to see beyond    what I can feel ― The echoes of the breeze invigorate the stillness The weight of a world heavy expands like the traces of life lived packed deeply beneath jagged fingernails Lost in the wilderness of my soul, a feral wind abides silently as I wonder alone from end to end ...  side   to   side      through a portal shapeless as the wind Blinded by a collective bioluminescent light rooted deeply within, intimately touching crystalline fountains as the deepest pools of innate blackness unfold in the wake I reverently touch the inward rhythm where a heart strong      runs alone … feeling its pulsing cadence     quake and thunder     in reach … Rivulets thrumming across the burgeoning blossom of soothing netherworld seas Washing away all the memories made like the shapeless waves of wind moving the stillness beyond wild is the wind ... 1. 27. 2017
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
Blowin’ in the Wind
Wondering through the complex mazes of the wind, trying to feel beyond what I cannot see; trying to see beyond    what I can feel ― The echoes of the breeze invigorate the stillness The weight of a world heavy expands like the traces of life lived packed deeply beneath jagged fingernails Lost in the wilderness of my soul, a feral wind abides silently as I wonder alone from end to end ...  side   to   side      through a portal shapeless as the wind Blinded by a collective bioluminescent light rooted deeply within, intimately touching crystalline fountains as the deepest pools of innate blackness unfold in the wake I reverently touch the inward rhythm where a heart strong      runs alone … feeling its pulsing cadence     quake and thunder     in reach … Rivulets thrumming across the burgeoning blossom of soothing netherworld seas Washing away all the memories made like the shapeless waves of wind moving the stillness beyond wild is the wind ... 1. 27. 2017
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
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