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There’s a gentleness to the swing of the hammock,
a relief in the sharp breathlessness of a cold breeze,
a satisfaction from the soft and prickly grass between my bare toes,
a sweetness as my warm fingertips clutch a mug of chamomile tea.
I daze intently at the baby blue and pink sky,
waiting for the dazzling sunset that a Scottish summer promises,
calling me back whenever my roots need to be fed,
reminding me of the place I use to belong.
18/05/2019
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