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Jul 2016
A whoosh of air that makes me feel alive
And all at once fills me up inside
With memories of budding leaves
Pulling my head up into the bright blue sky
And makes me feel so light I may fly
To lean and sway in its large gust of life
Delivers me to a palace of light
Where water lives and rivers sing of odds
Oh water murmur me a song of heart
Moving fast or stagnant still and calm
You’ve seen things no one would dare to hear
And you have hopes but never fear or doubt
You have no secrets open book for all
And you have seen all grow and seen all fall
Any thoughts, tips, opinions, and/or criticisms appreciated.
xenaphobic
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xenaphobic  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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