Flétta

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That is me right now
turning, braiding, weaving
but most importantly
searching
letting go

Damn!
Now I am prescripted sea salt
like tears and ocean water

Like another birth
Breathing is painful
and new

I could never thought I would
desire to sleep
But fall is near
And here it is the beginning of winter
So I'm off to my bed
finally

Will I dream?