Exhilarated I await for moments to pass,
Lost in thought I lapse out or reverie,
To find I’m but in the same spot transfigured and lost,
I need no direction nor no guidance,
I transverse above and beyond,
Gust and gales shake and break,
Paint, splash and reverberate,
Through them all I shall remain standing tall.
Monday, November 22, 2010
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