A sense I have longed to sense
Warm, soft, I settle in
Foreign feeling at once familiar
Palettes fading clearer

Synapses fire away
My mind at play
Everything I take in
Is filed to empty bin

Yet, belonging
I feel it deeply
I look at the birds
And they at me
None unnoticed
At the mouth of the sea

Each wave
A thought erased
Refreshing
Cleansing
Consistent
Breathing

I am in love
I am in love
In love with this time and place

Poetry

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