Dancing in the wind...
My heart is free...
I take a step...
Twist my leg around...
I bend backwards...
Then forwards again...
I leap high...
The cool breeze against my face...
I land slowly...
The ground grasps my feet...
I lift my arms...
I am a bird...
I am free to love..
Free to hate...
My only companion is the wind...
It may be my only friend...
It dances with me...
Lifting me off my feet...
Into the blue sky...
Our performance ends...
I return to my normal life...
And wake from my dream...
Author notes
I always wanted to write a poem about the wind. I hope you all liked it.
Written March 5th, 2005
A contest entry
- Inspiration by Starstruck.
1000 points, ended March 9, 2005, 8 entries
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It's a very unique idea to write about the wind, but why must it be a dream? Who's to say you can't dance with the breeze on any ordinary summer's day? I'm not so sure about the technique of putting the three dots after every line. They can often be very effective, but when overused, they lose their mystique. It's a beautiful image, but you could make it a lot more real if you wanted to. Who knows where the wind might take you if you let it
Thank you for the entry.
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