Spirit Sharing, Love loaning Part 3


Is where you are better for you?

 Where coloured sand bejewels the breeze
Softly whipping through the air
Whispering "I acknowledge your soul and
I will carry it for you to summers beyond"

 To which you drop down
Free to embody captured gusts of kinfolk
and live anew

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