Personal Taste Poem by David Thomas

Personal Taste



the air is clean
the sky's blue
marshmallow fluff clouds,
good ol' Hootie playin
my heart has grown light
all my fears i've now parted
i think now,
i'm one step closer
to floating freely
whereever the ocean takes me.

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