without those hotels
i would call it home
with clouds, rainbow;
wind; a ground comb
i would be walking
by beach sand soak
with cool salty water
from deep blue sea
where my flying friend
gargantuan manta ray
and i dream of pearls
untouch from lusty lips
growing in those depths
you my angel worth waits
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A nice soothing picture you drew what calms the mind.