Winded Change

I'm so not sure what's going on
but, I'm destined to be, on my way;
curious, this mix of irony.

My sensibilities undress me,
sending me through every color...in any rainbow.

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Un-honed traits return yield, first
I'll be the first in my field, to yield;
ironic, this mix of serendipity.

The wind graces everything with a touch,
so that it cannot turn a blind-eye...to what goes on.

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Have I a grasp of the situation ?
Or, does it have a grasp of me ?
Serendipitous, is my mix of curiosity.

I'll try and observe, like the wind,
having me caress every color, in any rainbow...all at once.