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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 things
breathing again
and again
powerful
weightless
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Poem from the newly released poetry book “California Notebooks” to get your own copy click here
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Joyous.
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Yes, it is so. 😀
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Amazing, Anna 🙂
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Thank you Alina, appreciate your feedback 😀
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Beautiful Anna
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Thank you Fiona and sorry about the misnaming yesterday! 😉
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No worries Anna !!! I appreciate u contacted atleast !!!
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Hold on
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and when the leaves all move as one form isn’t it beautiful?
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It is indeed PJK, such a nice observation and image you sent my way, thank you!
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