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Oceans


Beginning to feel the lift

As you start to drift. 

Drifting into a magic land

Entering back into your heartland.

Feeling cool between your fingers

Noticing there are no other figures.

Feeling the sweep of the mounds,

Listening to the nature sounds.

Couldn't get any closer,

Closer to the mystery

And beauty of the sea.

Your soul is washed clean

And you begin to feel the green.

Touch of the frosty water 

Makes you remember the hotter.

Curls moving power

Growing into beautiful towers.

Holding the fin tight

Preparing your for the flight.

Aching throughout everything

But starting to get into the swing. 

The swing of things,

Getting used to hearing the same sing.

The sweet sing of the waves

And you recoginze the braves.

Loosing yourself to swells.

Being put under its swells. 

The strongest force, 

Mass,

Volume,

But the most welcoming.

Brings you to your inner peace

Your happiness only seems to increase.

Welcome the vibrations with an open mind

Let it bring your love and king,

Kindness and mindfulness

As you begin to feel timeless. 

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