Poetry

To Be The Wind

I am envious of the wind
How it travels the world
choosing its pace
Racing past the ugliness
or slowing to kiss the faces
of smiling daisies
Scratching behind the
ears of polar bear cubs
Caressing bodies entwined
in love under the moon
on exotic secluded beaches
There is nowhere it does
not reach
The breathless breath
of the ages

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