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The sea is tickling my bare feet

With liquid crystal seething foam…

I’m feeling whole and complete,

Relaxed, delighted and at home.

The firm and wavy bottom sand’s

Massaging my tired soles.

The shiny pebbles in my hand

Are soothing for my soul.

The wind is gently singing songs,

Playing the pine-trees

Like pipes or flutes, or harpsichords,

Or lutes and violins.

The rolling waves stroking the strand,

The rustling sound of the surf

Embrace me like a loving friend,

Cooling and healing my poor nerves.

The sunset’s painting both the sea

And the sky canvas

With golden, raspberry, crimson, pink

And lilac shadows.

The seagulls crying out in flight

Here and there,

The tender splendor of the night’s

Filling the air.