Sounds of the ocean touching inner sanctuaries of this mind,
energizing it satisfactorily and totally, rounding up feel-
ings and emotions.
Letting them surf upon waves as they rise and fall, rush-
ing quickly to shore, being exhilarated and filled with an
adrenaline recipe of excitement.
A great antecdote for boredom, staying out upon the ocean con-
stantly finding the buoyant surf beneath, letting it complete-
ly overtake every aspect of my being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, but remove the 'c' from 'antecdote'. Keep it in 'sanctuaries' though.