Apr 2014
O the wind,
the beautiful wind,
criss-crossing
in gale forces
& to feel,
to feel it's sting
while standing
in the jet stream,
is to commune,
to commune,
to kiss
the Gods
in Heaven.
the beautiful wind,
criss-crossing
in gale forces
& to feel,
to feel it's sting
while standing
in the jet stream,
is to commune,
to commune,
to kiss
the Gods
in Heaven.
(GRB090423)
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