I don't
need an ocean breeze
atlantic
winds rustle through my veins
my blood
shimmers cold blues, sparkles soft greens
fishermen
know me by name
while
Poseidon knows me by voice
I only
kiss under stormy gales
after
salty sunsets, with poise
No need of a private beach house
equipped
with a fancy speed boat
the coast
line wraps around my presence
like a
thick winter coat
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