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Winds.
Oh those winds that call and cry,
how I wish with you to fly.
Across the oceans tumbling free
looking down on azure seas.
I'd scatter dust on desert plains.
And blow along the monsoon rains
to fall on India's land of spice.
Across the skies I'd travel on,
to lands of Northern light.
Ruffle coats of polar bears
on Isle's of snow and ice.
In lazy wisps I'd drift across
the Caribbean sea, wrap around
the colours there, and whisper soft
" Come, dance with me ".
My mind became lighter & I danced with the wanton breeze & wind
Trite and Marvellous Ms sweetwater somewhere amidst saltwater
©bishu
Thank you Bishu, so pleased
Thank you Bishu, so pleased you were kind enough to read and comment on this.
Sue :-).