A gust of wind
carries me away
into radiant summer day
I am a daffodil
translucent fairy
never beleaguered
never harried
The whistling sounds
spin all around
dancing prancing
on the ground
A glittering flitting
resounding ring
I see the sprites
I hear them sing
And flying on air
so weightless I'm soaring
bluebells and dewdrops
are never deploring
But I'm out of tune
I'm out of place
I don't belong here
I'm a disgrace
The wind's now a whiplash
no longer calling
my wishing is hopeless
my dreams are falling
As so I wake up
to a blank empty mind
imaginings washed away
sunshine left behind.
I am not behind. I'm here. with you. and this is very very lovely.
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