Thursday, March 03, 2011

the wind

The wind blows ever so gentle
Whispering to my ear
Of hopes and dreams and a
Future to look forward to
Of dashes and sashes
Of hits and the misses.

The wind swirls around me ever so lovingly
Murmuring into my soul
Of love and misplaced hatred
Of death and displaced anger
Of life and unseen hope
Of bright rays streaming through
The clouds.

The wind pushes me back
As i stand atop the cliff
Fighting to drain my sorrow
With aspirations and beliefs
And on it, I fly away.
Amidst white puffy clouds,
And the reassuring warmth of the sun,
and soft melody of harps nearby.

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