Tuesday, April 15, 2008

wind girl

leaves flutter as winds swirl,
wont it touch her pretty face?
she is waiting as she ever will,
is she not the wind girl?

wishes she does to be,
not what the others see,
free like the blowing leaves,
a wind girl she wants to be.

flowing with the streams,
as they swiftly gush by,
as far as ever any dream,
through the nights that fly.

there she wants to go,
she has not the wings.
but the winds may carry her,
where her heart forever sings.

a wind girl she wants to be,
she is waiting as she ever will,
for the wind is forever free,

and that, she longs to be.

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