Daughters Of Air

Daughters of air
Hwooosh like wind
Just pass it by
The wind tide surfing high and low
Wipe wash glide
Across the sky
Move it up upon a down to slow
Spin spin whirls
Hush the sounds too deep
Spin spin girls
And lull yourself to sleep

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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