where wind is joy
Wind is a playful child;
happy when teasing leaves,
or a temper tantrum,
throwing itself in shrieking madness.
My breathe is caught in chaos
when I crave calmness,
my heart is like a frantic bird
trying to escape its cage.
I crave the stillness
of a storm after it passes,
I crave the stillness
in a place where wildness sleeps.
I am a silver ribbon, a river,
flowing, reflecting, eternal ~
I search for a quiet place
where wind is joy.
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