Break away,
free from my center
I-a white speck
of possibilities,
fly away,
into the unknown
Bobbing on
the waves
of my existence
I breathe in
the sweet
smells of
my future.
And when, exhausted with the view,
I curtsy
the gentle wind and
descend slowly,
noiselessly
into the
soft brown pillow-
to rest, to
return
to where it all began.
By Anubha M
P.C- Microsoft stock images
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