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A warm welcoming wind
embraces me with endless caress.
The pores of my skin inhale
I open my eyes but soon shut them back
Healing oxygen, overflowing with air
Tender goodness soaking all of my cells
My mind is penning superlatives
while my spirit is lightly afloat
Sounds like a perfect massage by nature with a perfect end line...regards
It’s amazing the affects that nature has: to purge, cleanse and transform. Here, the wind is like a positive entity - cleansing and imparting inspiration, wherein you find yourself pleasantly rapture. Very well presented. 10
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It is so exciting – becoming a wind for a while.) May your floating be always light-winged!