Friday, 20 January 2012

Winds of change

At first a gentle breeze
Just a breath of fresh air
Playfully caressing
The locks of my hair

Then it's picking up speed
And I'm starting to sway
I lose my footing
I’m blown away

Like a leaf I take flight
Up towards the sky
Am I falling or flying
Should I laugh or cry?

Taking control
I decide that I’m flying

Only trying to land
Involves the chance of dying

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