Wind Walkers - Poem by Allistair Solomon
And so They travel on the wind,
With no idea where They may end.
Blown about with not a care,
Their fate could see them anywhere.
Who would not yearn for such a life?
Free from sadness, scorn and strife.
With no worry and no woe.
Hither, Wither, Tither they flow.
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