Wind-blown salt

From a fresh ocean breeze

Lightly wets my cheek

Its kiss

Tasting of rust and iodine

Reminding

That all of life

Is bound to the sea

From whence we all come

And is best savored

With a pinch of the spice

Of home

By Mike Turner

From: United States

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