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Apr 2018
Opening the door,
I catch the breeze upon my face,
Caressing it,
Blowing away the fatigue of this place,
I close my eyes,
And I breathe …with the breeze,
Taking a moment to pause,
I soak in…everything.

Looking back I ponder,
I wonder,
If I was to leave,
Would anyone notice?

I step away from the door.
Written by
David L Butler  London
(London)   
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