FREE AT LAST
I am free at last,
My spirit rushes through me,
Like whistling wisps of air,
Swirling through the trees.
And as I leave the earth,
Spiraling so high,
I reach out to touch the sky.
As I blend into a windy world,
Brushed with blue-lit hues,
The timeless winds, rush to me,
To breeze my fears away.
And I find to my surprise,
My spirit’s restless wanderings,
Like a windstorm running through me.
Until, at last it gathers force,
Like a rolling thunder moves,
The heavens to explode,
Into electric rhythms,
Beating in mid-air.
So beautiful.
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Jennie, thank you so very much. I am glad you really like my poem. Karen
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I did! And, and you are welcome.
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Lovely poem…
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