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Freedom
a green that has no words
it can only be seen
richness that is in my soul
a taste of crossing that border.
the water crashing on the rocks
firm and sensitivity
indian chymes in my ears with
the wind kissing my neck
a soft reminder of a love that is a blessing
transient feeling i wish to make permanent
I like this
Yes to freedom!
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