Dancing on a racing breeze,
my feet forget the ground -
they flutter vacant,
thoughts in flow -
they make no subtle sound.
But planted on the earth’s soft grass
the wind breathes through my core,
bringing aching colors
to the light -
a dream, a wish for more.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
Dancing on a racing breeze,
my feet forget the ground -
they flutter vacant,
thoughts in flow -
they make no subtle sound.
But planted on the earth’s soft grass
the wind breathes through my core,
bringing aching colors
to the light -
a dream, a wish for more.