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Caterina Jan 2016
walking along the beach
during a foggy day
sea is quiet
waves touch tenderly
the sand.
And you are Alone.
Alone.
start running barefoot
waving hands through
the fog
no one can stop you
no one can hear you
start screaming
so loud
and finally free.
Can you feel it?
Scream disappearing
absorbed by clouds
barefoot cold
and sandy
Sea's lapping
Silence
                        and breaths.
something about freedom
Caterina Jan 2016
I can't breathe
     still sitting there
with my flower dress
  on a wood bench
Where am I?
Actually don't know.
  There is a thick fog stripe
all over my head.
I'm thinking blindfold
I feel the confusion inside me
I feel silence around me
   Where am I?
waving hands wishing
the fog will go away
     Still
           there  
          the fog
   (and the confusion)
Something introspective

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