Firm as I am standing here
I feel the wind bending me
causing me to sway into the air that lays before.
My hair is lifted by the breeze
my shirt is flowing with the force
my scarf and skirt are making waves and dancing all the more.
I close my eyes and lean into
the hand of wind that blows so sure
then beckoned by its finger tips I trust and flight is born.
Drifting with the blowing wind
embraced within its arms of love
I close my eyes, at peace am still, enraptured by its power.
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