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Aug 2021
And the wind was blue
I could hear it
I could feel it
Now I see it.
Moving through green trees
Moving everything it touches
Making waves at sea
Touching me while passing by
Moving me
Crying sounds which reach the mind
Painful tears in eyes of mine
Now I’m blue too.



Shell✨🐚
A metaphor. Empathy, when sadness from afar touches you.
Solange Loe-Sack-Sioe
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