Wind

Floating fabric of scent and poise

Generating heat and noise

As one glides across the openness

Feeling enflamed with warmth

Enchanting bliss of breath

Surrounded by nonexistent air

Reaching around only blind by touch

Gliding through the air my feet fumble

Momentarily but not for long

Hoisted up by the wind

For I will go on

I will sail

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