These precious daydreams
won't leave me alone
until I make them real,
succumbing to the notion that
they linger in the air around me
long after blooming in my mind,
becoming planted in my bones,
and in a destiny I can't yet see.
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endlessly free
Poetryfor the wind and its soul, soft breaths caress cheeks of adventurous spirits searching for a place to be wild and free. - > • - > • - > A collection of poems for the humans who can't be categorized as anything other than free.
