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to ride the wind
is an old dream of mine
I have to (be) content for now
just whispers to my ears
wind that moves foliage
and flowers alike
that caresses the surface
of sea and rocks alike
to soar to dive to lazily
float around thing
breathing again
and again
powerful
weightless
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annamosca 
Lovely imagery Anna. This is the second poem I saw today about the wind! The other was called dancing on the wind! 🙂
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Cool! Weird thing is that today was a very windy day… thank you for commenting!
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I guess everybody had a lot of hot air! 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful, moving, wonderful – pure pleasure, as always, Anna 🙂
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Alina so happy you liked this one, thank you for your comment, best to you 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you!!
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Wind. The essence of freedom. Very lovely images, yes. Inspired me to write a poem on clouds today.
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Glad this inspired you, and yes, wind does speak of the essence of freedom. Thank you for your feedback.
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