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Wind Impression
I drift without a sound
No footsteps to be heard
Everything, a placid dream
Elysian Visions, undeterred
A Robe of Words
A Crown of Leaves
Snagged by heaven's lure, I soar
My heart's cage crushed
At long last, free
I run with playful spree
Dancing with the twilight's star
Bird's sleeping by my feet
Their feathers tickle clouds below
Silvery stills of flying snow
When moonlight does encircle
I stop to rest upon the sea
Captive to your sweet embrace
The sunlight bathing me
I lose myself within
The bliss it is to be
I like this one.
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