Free (unsullied)
Walking
bare foot on the
wet sands
of my own beach,
happily
out of reach
dunes created by
the winds
of time
surround me, &
all that is
is my work &
the horizon
over which the
sun rises
followed by
the moon
both
cheerfully
greet & play
w/ me
I
need nothing
more than
this &
my shadow to
share
my secrets
w/
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