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i feel the cool breeze blow through my hair, / between my ears, against my fingertips, / and in my slightly curious mouth. / / i am standing on a hill, with grass green and flowers high / my bare feet feel the wet grass I stand on / and I wiggle my toes to feel the blades strike against my heels. / / i am… sign in to read more »
| From: | USA |
| Published poems: | 1 |