Zephyr
I stand by
At the edge of the cliff
Feeling the warmth of the sun
The hues that make me mesmerize the sky
I hear the whispering waves
And the leaves rustling in reply
I hold myself in my arms
And let my tears flow
I feel the chill
As the zephyr caresses my skin
Feeling the touch that awakens my soul
I shall rise each day
To a new dawn to a new Me
For like the dust flows with zephyr
The old me vanished in the dusk
With setting sun.
#freeverse
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