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(Poem) Eidelons - VI

VI.

Calm, cool water flows through
my veins

The surf, a massage, relaxes
all it touches (all of me)

The waves flow through the air
spreading music

Comfort without cost
without price, priceless

Would that it could be sold

Would that I could give it away.

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