Peace

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There is nothing around

But I’m not looking to be found.

I lay here on my board,

alone at last.

I move along the shoreline looking for a wave

But yet I’m happy lying in the brilliant rays.

My arms turn pink from the labor,

But somehow the pain is my savor.

I feel a rush from the peace

I never want to lose my crease.

Then I find my truest friend,

Underneath the water begins to bend.

I fly above the world below

This is one thing I really know.

No matter how hard things might be

A board and water truly set me free.





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