Words flow that way,
Then there,
Tickling my skin as they sway
Bringing an influx of smell and memories
Being conscientious of the peace that flows,
As the wind flows smoothly
Breaking my empty stare,
It brings a soft barbed falsetto
Coming from miles away,
But as visible as my shadow
Seeming to control the currents
Forcing them to topple unevenly
Becoming unscrupulous and daunting
Stumbling, crumbling breaking bones
Dragging me to the base
Trapping me to the end,
As the wind flows smoothly
The crowd breaks down
To bring sense and organization
Just to be ocean currents.
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