To start me home, to set my legs
To gyrate at speed
Down from the sky, that runs 'fore him
I snatched a wind's heed.
His was a shove, gave me insights
Into frenzies caught
Off hill-tops, by clouds of all kinds.
Leaf, more undistraught!
Cushioning my continual fall
In this headlong pose
Relief, of my own exhaling.
Reprieve, when arose.
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Reminding pleasant trips down the memory lane and refreshing equally pleasant memories of the bygone days. Thanks for sharing.10 points.