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The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Saturday, December 7, 2019

Remnants of you

The hazy afterglow of
tender caress, light touch,
and soft subtle whispers.

The lackluster farewell of
dissolving sand-castles, receding waves
and wrinkled creased bedspreads.

Remnants of you, everywhere.


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