What's My Name?
At this very moment,
my name is Tranquil.
My real name sounds
like the taste
of old chalk.
I prefer to be called
Freedom
in the sun,
and turn into
Blinding Rain
on mondays.
I am constantly known
as Arizona Dust
from the wanderlust in
my heart.
When I eat the clouds,
please call me
Rhythmic Breeze.
When I run
through the night,
call me Esther.
The mountains
know me as
Fire Storm,
but I know
I am
Carefree.
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