The Wind of Choice
I hear
the crying of the birds,
I see
the waves crash on the shore,
I feel
the wind breathe on my skin,
I smell
the clear air of the mountains.
I taste
the sea salt on my tongue,
I touch
the carvings in the stone,
I weep
my silent tears of grief,
I search
the reaches of my soul.
I walk
alone by dark of night,
I leave
the ships to wait for me.
I fall
among the wildflowers,
I choose
to love, and then to die.
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