Oh,
whispers in the wind,
begin again.
Seize,
this second,
you seek to bend.
Become,
if not love,
joy.
If not joy,
love.
Become,
one.
Oh,
this whisper.
Wonder,
I do,
shall it forever be near?
Shall it forever be,
that which I,
hear?
For,
this whisper,
this simplistic wind,
has become my soul's,
intention.
Has altered,
that which I deem as,
my existence.
This,
nothingness.
Weep,
as time sleeps.
As,
this second becomes,
one's only present.
As,
one is overwhelmed,
by simply being,
welcomed.
Be you home,
if on earth.
Be you,
one with such.
Be you,
able to be tethered to each,
element.
Be you,
wind...
©yungb123
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