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I close my eyes
I hear sound but I am not sure what it is
It feels like wind
But not any wind
This wind is salted
The sound of the tents flapping
It employs freedom
As I look down at the sea
I close my eyes
About the Creator
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Comments (1)
Gosh this felt so blissful and liberating! Loved your poem so much!