California Notebooks, 2014



to ride the wind
is an old dream of mine

I have to (be) content for now
just whispers to my ears

wind that moves foliage
and flowers alike

that caresses the surface
of sea and rocks alike

to soar to dive to lazily
float around thing

breathing again
and again



2014-04-29 17.53.17.




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