Tempest

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By beccamarie

carried along by the wind its cold and submissive no reason to think it pushes and pulls at whimsy sometimes carrying to places unwanted an occasional undercurrent taking you to somewhere of surprise somewhere bright and unlimited where wishes are reality a cold break and you're lost again words swim in front of you slipping through your fingers like the wind through your hair you can't grab hold they spill around you others catch them in their grasp the wind carries you away again and a soft breeze caresses your skin whirling you about hallowed confusion takes hold as you float away your mind free, unbound your senses are glazed over all is forgotten blessedly blank images means nothing as the landscape changes you feel nothing a medicated break perscription of nature the calming effect undeniable unparalleled and inconceivable. carried along by the wind its cold and submissive no reason to think just exhale and release.

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