Testo Tide And Sun

This old secret state,
puzzled by definition,
visits me seldomly,
mostly present in my
youth.
Serenity and Over-
whelming wonder.
I wonder, will it visit me again
when I reproduce?
Or if I just wake up
at four a.m.,
head towards the shore
with my blanket in my
hand again?
To wake up with the
tide and sun
as he stimulates my
skin,
as the flowers stretch
to greet the day.
The shore a steady
beat while every micro-life
is soloing.
It's almost tick-
ling my stomach.
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