An ode to a sweet peace

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And yet
When the dust settles,
Here is my peace again.
Dormant beneath the sandstorm,
It was always here —
A well of water, still.
Clear, cool, fresh.

It asks that I splash my face
with its sweet embrace.
It suggests I remember
That a desert is only rough
When it is dry —…

An ode to true freedom.

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Nowhere to be,
Nothing to do.
Just me and me,
Chaperoned by the moon.

And as the sun sets,
hanging low in the sky,
I watch their wings spread,
I see the gulls glide.

Whisk me away
in a current of blue…
What shall I gain?
What shall I lose?

Alice Giuditta

Alice Giuditta

Full-time freelance writer/copywriter. I write about how I got here, and how to live a good life with less pressure and more meaning.