Where is the wind?A Poem by Rebeccaa poem about noise and different realmsI sit quietly Where is the wind? A purple scent, it goes in one ear and out the other Where is the wind? Why doesn't it sing? And the sky is pink and purple and the sun dances as it goes down The moon sweeps down to say hello, as a beast hovering over you bringing a soft white light The stars collapse and rearrange their positions in the sky And then the mist comes, and I know rain is not that far away I sit quietly I sit and listen to the orchids bloom I sing to the strawberry plants as they grow The lizards blend in with their coats of many colors I whisper and I shout Why can't it be okay For my truths to be a dance, For the truth to hover over us, a volcano bursting In the black hole there is a portal to another world, and I really, really, really want to get there I want to feel the white and I want to feel the flat realm Because the noise of the planet rotating on its axis is just too loud, and here I am, wondering, wondering, waiting... Here I am Don't try to change me
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