Shadows east high by the moon day sun.  Wind blowing freely making kites have fun.  Only here I sit watching over them all.  It's all so sad that why I write. 

It makes my mind flutter this breeze in my hair.  That's why I can't write.  I want to be off down there.  To play in the water, kicking off my shoes.  To kneel at the banks or swim in a pool. 


  • RiverJordan

    How's the view up there? Haha wind girl

  • marlenawood

    Haha it's lovely how I can see so much through my window lol it's quite nice

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