Daughters Of Air Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Daughters Of Air



Daughters of air
Hwooosh like wind
Just pass it by
The wind tide surfing high and low
Wipe wash glide
Across the sky
Move it up upon a down to slow
Spin spin whirls
Hush the sounds too deep
Spin spin girls
And lull yourself to sleep

Sunday, December 11, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: daughters,surfing,wind
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