Rips me apart
My heart exposed
To the breeze
Cleansing
Cool and soft
It dangles in the wind
Cleansing
And I have never been so exposed.
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Tag: wind
flexibility
willingness
to be bent
by the wind
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Wind Blown
the wind whips through my hair
the sun kissing my face
I am free
I walk the real life
carrying a drill
and even though the bits are all stripped
I keep working
‘This isn’t structural is it?’
The wind blows
And a delicious tiredness washes over my body.
I am free.
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Wind
who has seen the wind?
the wise ones ask
and i have felt it
sweep over my skin
warm my heart
and i have felt it
shake me to my bones
I have not seen the wind
but I have fought it
peddling downhill
as it sweeps off the ocean
and asks me to question
do I really want to go over this hill and through these woods?
and does it have to be a fight?
and who is this wind off the ocean?
what does he stand for?
why are some days so hard?
and why does he blow?
who has seen the wind?
the wise ones ask
and i can’t stand it
who has heard the grain of sand speak?
and who has climbed the plains?
and who has touched the drifting melodies escaping from your lips?
who has seen the wind?
the wise ones ask
and I listen.
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