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Dreaming

Quiet waves, gentle and soothing
  warm air, blowing and rustling.
Am I dreaming?
Toes, barely getting wet; stepping on the hard sand
  eyes, blinking slowly; taking in the scenery while observing the water.
Am I dreaming?
A sun that never fails to warm my body,
  A sky that never fails to take my breath away.
Am I dreaming
Or is this the end?
  Is this the beautiful goodbye I’ve been told about?
Am I dreaming
or our my eyes really shutting?




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