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Wind War

Wind War-By NicolletteNikki

Todays the day.

We're standing on the

cliff's edge.

The clouds are moving by.

Giving off the last ray's of sunlight thourgh many flickers like reflective broken glass.

The wind breath's in.

Its whispering softly in my ear's.

"Come Fly."

Today's the day at five pasted noon.

I can feel it in my bones.

We're gonna take flight.

The breeze is pulling us in.

"Come with me,"

It flows thur our clothes.

Like a feather off a fallen birds

wing's.

The warmth in the air is welcoming us in.

The sun's disappearing into the clouds.

The sky's always whispering

"Its time to take flight."

And just before we jump to catch air.

We all watch as the sun slowly dip's into the clouds abyss.

Just as it fades and takes away the day's sunlight.

From us, we caught that sunset one last time.

And the moon appears and comes and leads the

path of tracks in the air,

For us, it shines in an everlasting brightness.

peaking through the clouds as we drift down through the thin and thick.

We go low and high almost reaching and never touching

all at the same time.

And its almost as if everything seems to be within the length at the

nib's of our finger tip's.

Almost daring

for a touch.

The wind breath's, pull's, and drag's at our clothes.

Almost as if begging for more. As we fly

and the sky starts to light and get

burned up with stars.

For night.

We walk away and retire to our old places.

just as I turn to look up at the skies one

last time.

The wind tickles my ear's once more.

It whispers "Take flight for another day because today was taken

by midnight...."