A poem: Freedom nurture me

I love the salty sea
The crumbly sand between my toes
Peeling off any sorrow that may be stuck.

I love the sense of my bare feet breathing
The sun nurturing my skin
Being born anew.

I love the freedom that comes along
The independency to go with my inner flow
Smiling in pure content.

I love the endless space
The wide open possibilities to move my body
Reflecting to my mind.

I love the fresh air
The one that I finally consciously feel
Breathing deeply without any constraints.

-your tiny woman in a giant world

post scriptum: Dreaming of summer getaways to lands where wild souls break free.

The Precious Beauty - Norderney
Norderney, the Precious Beauty. Summer of 2015.
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