*
.
I’m wrapped tight to this
coast that turns my gaze
toward the open sea and
nails me to the hills
.
will I say I loved a place
and it would not let go
of me I was a slave who
felt free to go it will
.
enchant me every time
I returned to its ancient
route and moved in
the eternal under current
.
.
annamosca 
where was this pic taken? It’s so pretty! I wish I could explain how this poem makes me feel but blah words won’t come to at the moment but it’s really powerful.
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Thank you for the feedback, glad it touched you 🙂 picture was taken on the Italian Riviera, near Sanremo.
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Enjoyed this one, thank you.
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You are welcome, thank you for reading and for the feedback…
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Thank you!
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