Life

The Wind of Change

Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream.

A spark.

A glimpse of the person I truly am inside.

Sigh.

Where do you blow, sweet wind?

And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be?

Photo by David Besh on Pexels.com

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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