MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE - The Wind

A sheet blowing in the breeze,
Pausing with every burst of stillness.
Swaying with weight less love,
Continuous kinetic energy.

It mocks the ground,
Boasting joyfully of a new song.
Pointlessly flying nowhere,
but to grace a child with warmth.

MIZZ MIDNIGHT FIRE

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