Son of Wind

the wind pulls at me

tells me of freedom

shows me the mountains

carries me beneath the trees

whispering spells

of happiness and contentment

the wind brings me a storm

to show that it is not weak

being a child of the wind

it tells me i am not weak

always pushing always changing

water is my ally

for only it can understand the flow

but still always a stranger

dead leaves

dancing gracefully within me

giving shape to which i hide

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I absolutely adore this

I absolutely adore this piece. 

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