By the Crunch of the Fall Leaves
Perhaps I should stare at inspiring pictures of oceans and trees,
Cliffs off which I dream to leap,
For the thrill of freedom is something that resonates deep
Like sailing across the world alone,
Only to find that the heart is the only home;
An abode for the happy;
Writing utensils to a poet;
Books to a scholar.
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