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Tucker Weed
On a peaceful island, I feel the protected breeze against my skin like
feathers.
On a peaceful island, I hear the ocean lapping against the calm side of the
beach,
but on the other side,
I see the indomitable will of the ocean smashing the feeble beach sand.
On a peaceful Island, I smell clean air, and its faint smell of ocean life.
On a peaceful Island, I bend to taste ocean water, a fountain of youth.
On a peaceful Island, The clouds drift above, unaffected by the troubles of
life below.
On a peaceful Island, I see the destruction of humanity’s construction in
the distance.
On a peaceful Island, the sand around me dances in the life-giving breeze.
I feel alone, I feel happy.
I am nobody.
Ginko Leaves
Chloe Chua (Watercolor on Coldpress)
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