Wishies in the wind.
floating,
on this seemingly endless air,
drifting, ever so slightly,
to an edge that has no name.
This is where I've ended up.
Like a wishy in the wind...
blown about, here and there, going with wind that knows only motion.
and soaring without a definate direction,
hoping someday to land in arms that hold my heart
steady, and strong.
wavering, but not weak, I stand, just to fly again.
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