Ah, the sun
It kisses my skin
I lie on the sands of the beach
It cradles me unconditionally
My form en masse
I feel invulnerable
Here I cannot subside
It shifts to contour my being
Every helix
Every fractured mote
I embrace the security of its fervor respectfully
The wind still blows chilly
It washes over me insouciantly
My mind evading
Soul drifting superior
Nothing can touch me, impregnable
My salvation
©Hyde Rock
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