A Different Perspective

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My hands are shaking a terrible truth.  - When the wind whispers hello,  I wave back into the sea-  I breath in the sights long left and forgotten.  I am calm now for the moon has shown his face-  and I am free to be myself;  where no shadows dare hide,  the worlds blemishes turn to beauty  and every plastic personality begins to rot and decay.  I whisper one more solemn breath  "It feels good to be alive."

Author's Note

I would like any kind of criticism, ideas, corrections, suggestions, compliments or anything else you can think of. After all that's why I'm here. Just please leave something - I appreciate any comment.