My nostalgia swifts to fantasy;
inside I belong upon the story
with a sky above the blue,
that covers the ocean amid
the sandy rapture which contains
feet that enjoy the soft,
moist, placement of grains sticking together.
The tide is low and the love
is high as the smile enlightens.
Hair dances while joy is flaunted
within the essence of perfection
in the movements that are unable to be described,
and feelings that are unable to be forgotten.

 
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