Sigh

by zara - Aries

I lean in gently as the wind takes my  hand
Following the path of it's trajectory as it lifts my reason,
If not my body.

It whips  me like salted string
And pulls my  heartstrings  like a physical pain.
It's flavor is foreign,
Like  sand and hot  dust.

I am untramelled  and  fly like  a leaf.

And then left.

With both feet on the ground.
And the lack of  whisper in my ear.

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2005-01-09 05:52:17
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:44
Poem ID: 70475

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