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May 2014
cool breath of
frigid air.
i spread my arms
above the sea.
feel the wind whip
through my hair.
i've come to terms
with what i'll be
and i'll enjoy my time
free of care.

the birds cry, their
echoes dance over the trees.
catch a feeling of what
only yesterday can bring.
escape from blinding
traffic lights on streets.
open my lungs &
feel the air beneath my wings.
my eyes fill with tears, but
for once, not from sadness.
draft #2 for a thing............
grace
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grace  NY/NY
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