Strolling alone along a southern sea
you stumble upon forsaken flags and rose petals yellowed
paradisal ventilators
disperse the cold air
leaving stillness
my war has been concluded
my heart rests beneath the pines
my birds hover above the waves
not knowing where to land
so much freedom
all around
so much freedom
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