My Feet
My Hands
my bare body on the ocean floor
what comes up
must come down
my spirit lies intact
can you dream
can you imagine
to sit amongst the rocks and trees
and be there and now
a happy place
a calm place
your emotion controls the day
I am locked in my secret world
and I have left the real world at bay
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