WindDelos
(Spirit Cheer)
From a land of long ago...
a gentle wind this way blows
With feet uncovered bare
and sparks of laughter
in her hair...
Only there a moment then
she is off, and gone again
What she leaves will linger on
because -SPIRIT- is never gone
Rustling winds, yearns the most
to see Spirit find them all
She roams thru air, not a ghost
and she does not stand too tall
My name is Spirit WindDelos
and I'm here to have a ball.
Copyright 2007 Cynthia E. Jones
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