Serrated bluffs afar,
Self perpetually cascades toward an unknown,
As fate would have it.
Rushing air whirls upwards
Glides past skin, moist
attached.
Shroud of warm dew over
Sun-touched membrane
seperates
Air from flesh.
Transmuted pale blue overhead,
Receding cloudscape.
Peircing sky evanesces to euphoric rememberance.
Rushing air floods in a stream around this body
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~I wrote this several years ago, but it rings true again.
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~I wrote this several years ago, but it rings true again.
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