I Am Air Poem by Samantha Stough

I Am Air



Lay in the plains of reverie
Dream like it was meant to be
Grasp the grass with a calloused fist
If only we simultaneously thought about this
Tomorrow doesn’t exist, and for all I care,
The wind is flesh, and I am air

Monday, January 10, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: wind
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