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Smell the Salty Air
Feel the mist, taste the droplets,
welcome to my world.
Mud under my toes
how it parts with each footfall,
It shows I was here
Zephyr, Mistral, Breeze
Touch, feel and kiss me gently
My breath stops for you
The flame comes, not you,
hungry , consuming it all,
I burn already.
About the Creator
Bella Blue
Polyglot. Sapiophile. Live in Slave for 2 rescue dogs. You can't make this up; Fictionalized Reality, names changed to protect the truth & the guilty. Everyone will think they are the heroine. What fools these mortals be...
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