The Wind and the Wild
my hair runs wild,
my thoughts went a little more,
with dreams in my eyes
the world a little below
my insanity runs amok
while the cold wind blows
towards wilderness I am swept
maybe, beneath there is snow
not scared to stumble
for I have wings to show
wider and wider they are spread
higher and higher I go
Above the moors,
Neck to neck with mountains
Above is just a moon
No fumble no falter
No full stops ahead,
Left right center
Incessant infinity…
Copyright © Snigdha Kumar | Year Posted 2016
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