 | As the wind carries the songs of liberty
That benign feeling embraces like a blanket,
Affectionately caressing,
Bringing elation in waves of acoustic delight
A delicate stirring,
With anticipation of solace in its totality
Endeavouring to incite that sentiment,
That humbling ideal-deliverance
The breath of the wind is alluring,
Whispering the delights of majesty
Fashioning her life on adoration
At the apex of the choir’s mantra,
At the pinnacle of harmony
And the swirling, windy bedlam cuddles
As she swiftly beckons for a closeness
Enticing as the eye of a storm,
Whistling with angelic purity
And dissolving into the tranquillity of Elysium
Enchanting the soul with loquacious grace,
This paragon washes away the woes,
And with a tremulous lift of the breeze
She exposes her calling, her freedom
And she finally eludes the muted grasp,
Floating off into a sea of possibility
And eloping with a sense of fulfilment.
It makes you feel. Loved
Perhaps next time I’ll catch her
Perhaps next time she’ll catch me
Written by Georgie Boy
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