Dancing with the Wind I used to dance with the wind what bliss when it screamed and thrashed against my face on bus rides and greenest heights; I have always danced with the wind how it flitted over my skin freeing my soul with it I was never tied down for I used to fly. But now even my breaths are trapped and my spirit with it with chains my hocks are bound, I despair and waste away in the emptiness of my room, all I could do is relish the memories when I floated and danced on the stars and climbed the highest sycamores. I twist and thirst for the taste of the wind I will never be tied down for I will breathe and fly. One day, I will dance with the wind again. - gabrielle faye
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