Sitting by the pedestal fan, buzzing just by my ears, unplugged...
I felt, like a feather...light...as if I simply don't exist...
As if my being has become non existent...
As if I have become a mild breeze myself,
Blowing away...
'so blown away by the gust of wind...like a feather...like a leaf, yellow...'
Sitting by the wind blowing so hard into my ears and my soul,
I felt like being blown away to far off lands...
Where only peace prevails...
Where the seagulls fly enjoying every bit of their flight...
Where the unknown calls...
I felt, like a feather...light...as if I simply don't exist...
As if my being has become non existent...
As if I have become a mild breeze myself,
Blowing away...
'so blown away by the gust of wind...like a feather...like a leaf, yellow...'
Sitting by the wind blowing so hard into my ears and my soul,
I felt like being blown away to far off lands...
Where only peace prevails...
Where the seagulls fly enjoying every bit of their flight...
Where the unknown calls...
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