Windswept
sailing on fresh breeze
my hat is off for a ride
alluring blue skies
fragrant flowers cringe
until gold moment all's clear
windsongs at windows
a determined quest
from orange clouds to the ground
in in-between hours
scattered grave matter
in the whirlpool of hued days
sparkling in slow time
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