Pages flying free

The leather bound book falls to the pebbles
A gusty wind billows up and lifts the cover
The rustle of turning pages echoes in the dunes
As bits of sand are blown away from the summits
A single sheet bathed in ink flies free
Headed towards the horizon, the rising sun
Landing as a leaf on a cool spring creek
The ink runs free and a delicate morning glory blooms
White sheets flutter from the book
Pages flying free from the prison they shared
Flying above the dunes and sea holly
Towards the wide blue expanse and golden sun
Towards freedom.

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