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Air

Whoosh, the wind through olive trees, tugs my dress with gentle ease. It brushes neck like whispered breath, soft and quiet, light as rest. Flit-flit, white butterflies fly, soft as ash, then say goodbye. Chirp-trill, birds sing wild above, messy songs full of love. Buzz of heat on sun-warm skin, wind curls slow around my shin. Agolli spoke of roots and rain, but I was born of sky and pain. Let others burn or sink or drown, I float where silent dreams fall down. My breath is light, my heart is bare, you’ll only find me in the air.

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Date: 6/7/2025 12:52:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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