Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

As free as a breeze

I love the wind,
The way it tickles my face
As it passes me by.
I yearn to be as free someday,
To flit in and out of the world,
Leaving my impression upon
The faces of passersby.
The wind is almost as satisfying as the rain,
The way it trickles down a kiss
Upon my lips as I marinate in the dark clouds.
I love the fall, and how everything changes.
Because everything has to change,
And maybe someday, so will I.

9-28-11


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