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By Sophie Scott
Crystal sky waters sway at my feet,
Retreating and returning to an un-heard beat.
Warm rays of gold caress un-touched locks,
Such a sweet feeling of freedom could turn back clocks.
Sweet breezes dance with the gentle clouds,
An ocean like restless, flapping shrouds.
The sun flying vibrantly, like a kite above,
Such a fresh sense, pure as a white dove.
Pools of white and teal crash around me,
Swirling into a baby's rock, singing with glee.
Such warm sand in the holes in my toes,
I ask where it all came from, but no one really knows.
Laying down gently avoiding tickles,
Make a blanket for myself, my han