Where I Go
Where does the wind blow
it carries my soul-
to crystalline desserts,
just in the middle,
between home and
beyond. To ever green
oceans with clouds of
bliss. Laid on the grass,
a wishful wisp. Drift
along the warm current,
carried in motion to a
endless end.
Copyright © Michelle Wantland | Year Posted 2015
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