Float away on a golden sea of dreams
Lie on a tropical beach in paradise as it seems
Whisper as the cool breeze is on my face
Have no care for the modern times rat race
Sip the cool juice in your mouth as it slides down
See the sea birds whirling as they make their sound
Count the waves as they slip on the white sands
Know there is nothing left that in your life demands.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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