Wild Wind

As the wild wind blows across my being,

the lies, the cries and all the foreseeing,

my consciousness is left behind,

I am now elements,

I feel the rain on my face,

as I walk through this rugged beautiful place,

the warmth, the reminders,

the receptive eccentric,

that loves to dance,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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