Where are we going,
Where are you taking me?
On a wild ride
With I, the wind, you reply.
So, carry me on your back
And let me command you
Like a rider on a horse
I need no saddle.
Help me escape
I will feel the rush of my pulse in my ears
And the air between my thin fingers.
Wind, be my carriage
And let my soul
f
l
y.
Author notes
I AM LISE
I am a dandelion speaking to the winddd...okay it's not obvious but I just took the picture and ran with it.
A contest entry
- Picture/ Quote Inspiration by BonaFidePoet.
650 points, ended January 18, 2008, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So?
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this is very pretty, very serene, felt a lot at peace reading this, congrats on the trophey
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Loove It!!!!!!!!!
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thanks for the comment!
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ic sorry bout that
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that's ok
always happens when reserving spots for quickies 
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that was weird
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read the contest and all will become clear.
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