She sighs alongside the breeze -
Yearning for the probable impossible.
Whispering to the promising blue waters.
Believe in second and third chances.
Mystery becomes a friend,
A friend becomes a mystery.
Emotions become a roller coaster,
Loneliness a bedmate
A walk to hidden treasures,
Sharing the Shell.
Tequila, my new middle name,
Cuban Reggae my new mantra.
Food for thought,
No hunger for the body.
A solo journeyman,
Set to uncork.
Bold, braced and balanced
Once again.
Foot set upon the dock,
Come what may -
Eyes closed.
She sighs...
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