Ever lasting breezeTime is endless as though this seems.
Or could it be the wind that changes thee?
It is as though I can fly with no wind under neath thee.
I might perish, and for this is and forever will be.
Flying and swaying constantly falling and forever in this cycle and so on.
Poetry by Sarah Parnes
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Written on 2012-04-12 at 23:56
Tags Breeze  Everlasting
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