I am the one who
loves the smell
of earth at dawn
on a gloomy day,
when violet clouds
direct my path.
I am the one with
a mind that chatters
of all the things
I dare not say,
like fleeting dreams
or futile wrath.
I am the one who
walks through mist
and salty fog
at the edge of the bay,
where each sandy step
is like being kissed.
I am the one who
knows what matters
alone in my cottage
at the end of the day.
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