Fresh

The air is fresh upon her heart;
the sea feels cool today.
She’s looking out and back again,
for the world is different.
The air is full of silent screams;
the sea hears them well.
She’s horror-struck at the sound,
for death is so close now.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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