Whenever I am away
From Hawaii
The first thing I miss
Is the air
The air here is
soft
You can feel it linger on your skin
You can feel it caress your face,
Like a lover
The air here is
warm
You can feel it like fiery fingers tracing
You can feel it snuggle close,
Like a child
But most of all,
The air here is Alive
She snuggles you
She Caresses you
She is everywhere
She is nowhere
And I miss her when I'm gone.
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