Spells

I know just exactly

What happens to the wind when it blows…

Gusts dizzy me silly

Whilst standing on my head

Trying to point at castles in the sky

Upon how I perceive solid ground.

And it lingers between our shameless lungs

Which only desire to sing

The song of the breeze

Arcing through peaks,

Soaring through every blissful note,

Like something between us,

Surviving on the air who only knows our every need.

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