When I look towards
the cloudy sky--
White caps in the blue,
I think of sailboats
In the sea.
The waves churning with the wind.
I imagine gulls sailing
Above the water,
The music of their calling,
A harsh note in the
Beauty of the day.
It makes me wish
That I could fly.
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Who is this soft soul with the billowing, free spirit and lovely warmth ?
I hope that I will cross paths with her on the way to the stars.
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