I was a child in the wind.
My hair fluttered on the breeze,
and I was happy.
Content in listening to the voice of the world, as it blew natures perfume in playful swirls around me.
Each gust carried a different sight, a different smell. And so I touched the leaves in my hair, and I smelt the flowers that fluttered at my feet.
Oh that I were a bird, so I might fly on the wind, soaring higher and higher, so peaceful up there, amongst the clouds, sailing on a calm blue sea.
The wind is the breath of the world. I would like to fly on the wind, and be at peace.
~milady
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