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Walk Along the Shore in Karystos
Standing at the edge of the past
I am swept to that white shore
Warm arms of the summer wind
touch my bare shoulders
for a fleeting moment
then move along
their designated path –
leaving the sweet fragrance
of the sea breeze
to warm my senses -
awakening them to a tender dance
with the sea –
to its rhythmic splashings
on the sand –
barely touching my feet –
only to cool them for scintillating seconds –
flirting –
sweeping my soul into surrender -
into selflessness -
embracing me and
making me one
with the movement -
and the soft music -
of the sea -
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