Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Friday, September 21, 2018

Wind

The wind is blowing
(I have skin, like anybody else.)
The sky is moving
(I have one face, the sky has many.)
I live,
I die.
(Sun, rain, crickets touch my skin.)
 The wind hurries on.

4 comments:

  1. Oh,, my goodness, this is so beautiful, i swooned.i am in love with the west wind.

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  2. These lines float by like dandelion seeds. Lovely, Shay.

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  3. Eternal moment. Many such like animation.....bring thoughts and feelings....

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  4. I blipped in early but wasn't signed in at the time ... I love the simplicity here - it's both a casualty and celebration.

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