It Came To Me
A gentle wind blew off the sea...
It came to me....
Took me up high...
Passed sweeping clouds
What I can be...
It took a small moment....
To realize....
The things I can do
With a gentle wind...
From the sea....
Blue skies...
Sun bright...
Clouds of white...
Levitating too...
With a grey feather....
It came to me....
I can change what I want to be....
I can pass sweeping clouds of white
Find out who I am...
Not what I heard...
The wind can lull...
The wind can blow...
Perhaps I am a gull...
Only I ,will ever know...
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