I want to be out there

I want to be out there

where dark green fingers

draw lines on wind-tossed,

rain-grey skies.

 

I want to be out there

where downy cloud tendrils

caress my cheeks

and clear my eyes.

 

Life will spill freely:

offered to air.

And I’ll return empty,

replete, fulfilled.

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