seeing narrow alleys and tiny moving cars
the air is smooth
it carries me gently across chatter, neighborhood parks, and tired souls commuting home from their 9-5’s
laughing out loud just to hear me happy
long hair hangs wildly, dancing on my head so free
take me here
take me here in quiet moments and in flowery day dreams
so there will be nothing to feel but the softness of the lapping ocean a pone my open hand
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