Sing in the wind

Flying up high  
Like that of a dove
Feel the air of the sky 
A feeling I would love 

The silk of a flower
So clean and so pure
With the mist of a shower 
I’d love to endure 

To sing in the wind
As the birds in the tree
My soul it would mend
My heart heavy with glee

This is my dream
For each and to all
Let the light of you gleam
May your sorrows be small

Written and copyright ©️by E. M . Rushton
August 7th 2018

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