Alive Standing on the edge, kissed by the salt spray dance of the waves The wheeling bird call soaring in the sky Embraced into clouds a hue of grey and purple and frosty blue Feet cushioned by a rich tapestry of fauna The wind entwining it's fingers in my hair Its briskness born of the ocean, and breathing sail boats to motion There is only one feeling like this To be alive So I'm casting off worries and doubts The undercurrent pulls them away Into the bleak of beyond This is how it feels to be alive Embrace it
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