I feel the roughness of gentle wind
My feet do sense the light lift of grass
As the sun drowns the horizon beneath
Trees sway; invigorated; as I pass
I feel the brushing of searing sand
My skin tingles, senses scream, my blood fumes
A strange rush of excitement takes over
I drift upon, sinuous waves, flowing sand, shifting dunes
I feel the piercing of frosted crystals
My head swirls; with a sense of being high, and still higher
Standing on the frozen top of the world
Pondering upon the buried, deep down, anguish and fire
I feel the creeping of slithering water
My limbs float, sense of suffocating freedom conjures
Other-worldly tranquility dissolves all pain
Salty water and immersed life; a form it endures
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