The Plasyic bag...!

i stood with my back to the world,
the wind making chaos of my hair
the light piercing me with its rays
i stand and stare at my shadow....
i hear the plastic cursing the wind yet flowing to places unknown
i merge in the songs of the trees dancing with the breeze..
i see my silhouette pushed by the wind
i stare at my shadow but its blank
i feel the dust on my bare arms
i notice how the wind dosent let me look up
i touch my shadow and its outline
and stop at the marking of my heart
i hold it with both my hands and i feel...
i see the trees dancing and making love
i capture the dust patterns in my mind before they disperse
i see the plastic bag again this time flowing like an unkempt soul
one drop on the forehead..the other on the hand and a third on the eye...
i smell the most refreshing fragrance of the wet earth...i smell the fears inside
an indication to let go ..to see what is shown and to explore
an aura encapsulates me ..i am winded around by the soft harsh breeze ...
i stand with my back to the world and i stare at my shadow
..and it dosent stare back.....

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looks like its finally gona rain...its about time...i feel very dry inside .... plus it was a sand storm and now i need a shower :) so brb ;)