In the stress of it all, freedom merely calls;
beyond the sandy horizon is the kingdom that would never fall.
Everything is rich in beauty.
Full with valour.
Wealthy in keeping me sane, when I was but a failure.
Through lonely times I fly, as nostalgia wanders by.
Through the rushing wind, cold and embracing,
this was the only place that I'd call breathtaking.
With the sand in my shoes,
cushioning my feet,
the odd sensation, as sweat covers me in sheets.
Even still, I will never truly tire, for in this land is where I shall fulfill my childish desires.
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Poetry(2017) A book about feelings + freestyle poetry (?) I wrote some of the most cringe and emo shit, so bear with me.
