no name

standing wind at my back head in the sky,

feeling all the souls floating by.

becoming one with elements,

fire water eart wind,

centering in my soul begins to bend.

leaving my limp body flaping in the wind.

goin hand and hand with one who loves,

floating in the wind like two white doves.

going far and fast but never ending.

going faster and faster not ceasing.

i wish it could go on for ever thats a fact,

but i open my eyes and feel the wind at my back.

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starlite's picture

I like this poem too, a lot of your poems are a bit mysterious and beautiful. I can always imagine whats going on, its cool how you can do that.