There is a way to move the wind.
There is a way this is shaped without touch.
By voice shall things turn.
Uplifting what matters; uplifting us.
Feel a soft dust.
Feel the Earth's crust.
I listen to the sounds out here.
I know now how they shape us.
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I am moving forward.
I am walking in the wind.
Up towards a stage.
Goosebumps trail the skin.
With my gut I will sing;
The stage is now filled with noise.
I can feel only who I know is there.
Fluttering through me; perfectly poised.
~ B
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