The wind blows as if there is no tomorrow.
It swirls up the fallen leaves from the street
and the fallen hopes from the bottom of my heart.
For a moment I rise and fly in the air,
suspended by my own forgotten dreams and songs of childhood.
I smile and wonder quietly-
Which corner of the world did the wind spit out happiness?
But then I remember the wonder of oneness
the wonder of being
And I know I am the wind.
Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteI am the wind.
You've been here a long time!!
LOL- i hope you are not looking at the date 31/12 1961! No that was way before I was born lol. Not here that long, did transport some blog entries over from yahoo 360, got "a little" messed up- the dates anyway :)
ReplyDeleteBut thanks!
Oh, I read it as Jan, 2007, but actually the date it gives is '70, so 1970, yeah it seems to have done something weird in the transfer.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you were over on 360. Were you on Yahoo Answers also?
No, and even on 360 it was just a brief trial phase.. Not really into blogging till very recently!
ReplyDeleteDo keep writing. I really love your blogs!!! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! I do appreciate that a lot! :)
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