The breeze in my face is sweet
and it tastes like the ocean in my lungs
although it’s not.
Then again, it really is because
that’s what it tastes like to me.
Freedom is a wildflower growing
where ever the wind blows her seeds,
in a garden or in an empty field.
Freedom tastes like the ocean
and looks like wildflowers
and freedom…she dances
with the confidence of seventeen.
Jeanne Marie, 2019
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
I love this even more after rereading it again!! Really great, especially love the last line –
“she dances
with the confidence of seventeen”
xoxo
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this is absolutely beautiful! I love it! xoxo
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This is so beautiful.
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Thank you so much…
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You are very welcome. I found it so touching
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