Whisper

Catch a whisper on a wing,

traveling fast on a gust of spring.

Roll by an emerald leaf with dew,

turn around a rigid rock or two,

fall gently down a trail,

then slowly rise again without fail,

before the sun says its goodbyes

I am going to give it one last try.

Fluttering fast,

on a wind of change,

where it leads I may never know,

but this is somewhere I have to go.

Never expect you to understand,

these twisted internal thoughts that spin,

but if I never try, I may never win.

So I sail on a whim, and spin on a web

never know where I will land

and crash on my head,

its better me, than you instead!

Author Jacqueline Williams

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