It feels like a gentle breeze is blowing on your face.
It feels as if your drifting away.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Gently.
Gently.
It feels like the gentle lapping of the ocean.
The distant calls of the seagulls.
Its not euphoria.
No its better.
Its the feeling of.
Lying on the sand.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem