Walking in a field high above the cliffs
the wild flowers, bees and butterflies
weave and flutter; a hypnotic dance
I can hear the tide, the rise, the fall
crashing against a rocky shore line
at times gentle; a soothing caress
my heart skips multiple beats
fulfillment and longing;
I am a contradiction
of emotions

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