searching winds

The winds soar through my hair,

softly,

cool yet warm.

Through my hands,

through my toes,

through the grass,

through my clothes,

it searches

trying to find the answers.

Lying down,

on the plains,

staring at the stars,

finding the answers.

Dress crumpled,

shoes left behind,

socks off,

finally free,

finding the answers.

The End

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