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The power of the sea is air born, its force snapping in my face. Invisible waves whipping through 4 layers of clothes. Thrashing Pines. Shearing limbs. Natural pruning. Solitary phantom bashing cliffsides, spinning leaves, contagious dervish dances overtaking the mountain. A thousand Rumi letters taken flight burning atoms, spilling longing. Moaning captains, ship less, praying for strength, fighting night swells, the power of the sea is swirling sky kidnapping forest litter no ransom an icy thief cracking lips piercing skin howling like the ache of 80 million prisoners who wish to be as free as it sounds. The endless flying whooshing happening beyond walls, sloping through the curiosity of an entire world, penetrating dreams like a cosmic ghost.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
Air Born Sea
The power of the sea is air born, its force snapping in my face. Invisible waves whipping through 4 layers of clothes. Thrashing Pines. Shearing limbs. Natural pruning. Solitary phantom bashing cliffsides, spinning leaves, contagious dervish dances overtaking the mountain. A thousand Rumi letters taken flight burning atoms, spilling longing. Moaning captains, ship less, praying for strength, fighting night swells, the power of the sea is swirling sky kidnapping forest litter no ransom an icy thief cracking lips piercing skin howling like the ache of 80 million prisoners who wish to be as free as it sounds. The endless flying whooshing happening beyond walls, sloping through the curiosity of an entire world, penetrating dreams like a cosmic ghost.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
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