Illustrated poetry (my art/poem) envisioning myself 'in the wind.'
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In the Wind
Flying on the breath of wind--
no knowledge where it's blowing, has been.
Passionate, it's touch envelopes me.
Soar on promises of tomorrow ...
free, surfing on its' buoyancy.
I glide on wind, transparent me,
until the wind died.
Slowly settle as the wind wanes;
disappointed, lay, sob in the rain.
A white, fleece blanket covers me.
Pebble that I am--snuggled, swell!
Absorbant, my ego still not quelled.
Grew too big, ego cracked my shell.
Burst! Innards outside.
A worm on me ... caught ... became snack.
On its' back flown to Momma Hawk's shack.
Six mouths open, pecked worm slides in--
slipped thru crack, never going back.
Wing on another breath of wind.
Unknown: where it's blowing, has been
... but in breath abide.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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