No one knows

As she holds up her hands
And feels the wind between her fingers
She knows whenever she lands
No lasting effect of it lingers

Her salty tears feed the sea
The sand sticks to her toes
She allows herself to be free
Even when no one knows

She lets go of her anxiety
Lets the wind carry it afar
There has to be some variety
In order to reach her own self-complacent bar

J.L.M. Haarman

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