As a gush of wind passes by me,
I hear a high-pitch sound,
I envision blurriness,
From all around.
I feel a gentle touch,
From the almighty winds' power,
I'm alone with the wind,
As high as a tower.
The singing breeze captures my attention,
As my curiosity rises,
I'm at ease with the wind,
Of various shapes, and sizes.
I see a shadow of the wind,
Feel the winds' breath on my skin,
I'm relaxed and content,
From my conscious within.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
As a gush of wind passes by me,
I hear a high-pitch sound,
I envision blurriness,
From all around.
I feel a gentle touch,
From the almighty winds' power,
I'm alone with the wind,
As high as a tower.
The singing breeze captures my attention,
As my curiosity rises,
I'm at ease with the wind,
Of various shapes, and sizes.
I see a shadow of the wind,
Feel the winds' breath on my skin,
I'm relaxed and content,
From my conscious within.
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