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3 months ago · · Poetry,
I want to feel the wind,
How my hair hits my face with every gust,
The sound in my ears formed by wind,
I want to feel the grass under my feet,
Even the tiny things that always prickle my toes,
I want to stand at the edge of a mountain,
Just to know what it feels like,
I want to hear the ocean,
The relaxing sounds of it,
Because I want to know what it means to be alive.