Jalso

the wind

I’ve been running so fast. So far. For so long.

I feel light, headed.

I feel free, I am.

 

Twisting,

With the wind.

Falling down.

Flying up.

 

Smacking you,

Gently on your face.

 

Oh so many times I’ve feel to the ground.

Oh so many times I have died.

 

I will flow.

Where I flow there Is a portrait of me.

A portrait of the wind.