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Feb 2015

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

powerful

weightless
All these poems are from The California Notebook collection from www.annamosca.com
Anna Mosca
Written by
Anna Mosca  Palm Springs, CA - Milano
(Palm Springs, CA - Milano)   
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   Mr X, David Patrick O'C and SPT
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