HarthPoetry

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Sometimes

The wind sweeps

And creeps up behind you

Knocks you off your feet

So unexpectedly

You drift and float

Into the sky

With the ground no longer in your sight

You just glide

From cloud to cloud

Riding the breeze

At the journey’s beginning

 

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

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