softy consuming clouds

Softly lifted feet,
High above the ground.
Hands that bred conceit,
Fold, then open, escaping sound.
Wind, when whines where whispers round,
Floats higher & higher,
Consuming clouds.

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Author: Barak adé Soleil

creative practitioner, independent consultant and curator. making dance, performance art and theatre. working within community.

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