for the wind and its soul,
soft breaths caress cheeks
of adventurous spirits
searching for a place
to be wild and free.
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A collection of poems for the humans who can't be categorized as anything other than free.
for 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.
~The tips of the mountains kiss the clouds up high
The grass dances together rhythmically as the wind blows by
The pair of old little lovebirds celebrating spring in the air
Only you and me are not...