Waves curl and straighten on the shores
As my feet feel the gentle pull of the welcoming sand
I stand enslaved by the gleaming horizon with my heart free
The merrily cluttered clouds constantly greeting each other
While the wind plays sax
Soaked am I in this divine outpour
Hopelessly longing to never be me
Salty air or sweet intoxication
A moment or more, I never know
Knowingly lost or tugged by a ghostly embrace
Whatever this is, a void so full, be it, never to go.
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