Tuesday, July 13, 2010

my gypsy ways

There's a feeling I get
when I hear the rustling of the trees.

As the wind rushes past me 
and through the leaf-heavy branches.

Waiting for the end of the cascading wind 
and the eerie silence that follows.
The silence that soothes and comforts, 
but beckons for more.

I yearn to go
where I choose.
I want to feel the impact of others 
as I 
rush by.

Nothing to hold me back
the air.

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