Though fluttering,
Amused
With what the sun
Frolics with.
Though tensed and silent,
When the lightening
Prepares to strike.
Though carefree
and frisky,
When the gulls
Hit the shore.
Though pondering over,
The setting sun
And creeping moon.
My winged winds
Never leave me
alone....
1 comment:
This brings along a breeze of refreshing wilderness and floating peace.
Nice!
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