Wind II

 

I ride the wind
who travels the spaces
and waves the trees.
I’m the voyager
who trips
who ravels 
to know where
to know when
to know why.
I stalk the languages
the symbols I hunt
to feel a grasp that I belong
to get this hunch
I walked this much.
So far I came
so close I am
to be the wind. 

 

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Libertarian feelings, thoughts, knowledge, spirit...
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