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Feb 2015
Closeness of wind
and loss of breath
freedom of mountain-top
lurching under liberated soles
the span of sky
lingering around;
one soul alone
set free
let go
prison left
and trap escaped.
Kiss of breeze
and earth
and wind
and life
and all that is held good
all that was has now broken
from enforced captivity,
lies here,
alone,
at the feet
of a want-less wanderer
lies here in the eyes
of a fear-less traveler.

Not lost for long
a calmer beat
cannot stop the thrum
of unending humanity
of immortal prosperity
yet still,
I gulp the alpine air,
and long for whats to come.
(unedited)
Written by
Sydney  England
(England)   
443
   Phoebe Thomasson
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