Wind, hold your breath. Waiting world whispers, tarrying, lingering, loitering leaves listening for their name to be dropped, their turn to free-fall. No parachute needed, just melted resistance and severed ties. So wind, hold your breath; for this leap of faith needs soft landing…

Wind, hold your breath.
Waiting world
whispers,
tarrying,
lingering,
loitering leaves listening
for their name to be dropped,
their turn to free-fall.
No parachute needed,
just
melted resistance
and severed ties.
So wind,
hold your breath;
for this leap of faith
needs soft landing…
What are your thoughts?