Easy Breezy
Rippling through my tresses
Lifting both my soul and my hemline
The wind soars through me
On the swings
Flying up to the clouds
Drifting back down again and again
The wind is here for me
Through the skies
Breezing through the forests
Rustling through the leaves
The wind is here for Mother Nature
Albeit, the wind, my enemy
Tangling my locks
Entwining myself in a mishmash of golden brown
The wind is here to stay
I praise
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