Poetry

Fluidity

Slipping through your fingers
I am water in the palm of your hand

You cannot contain me nor hold me
Let me flow freely

My solid body, another form of water
I take its form and space

The power of being unrestrained
Yet I am my only constraint

Moving with or against the wind
I still flow freely

Flowing back to places unfamiliar
Feeling the air flow within me

I am infinite
I am free

 

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