One's Own Heaven

Free, like wind blown on no burden
A rare autumn, following and flowing
Aired sweet, thick or thin
Relaxed energy, that settled on earth, on sand, on dust
In flight, lifting lightly
Softly tossing on air
No need for breath, no need for air
At peace,
now,
Forever...........




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