The tranquility of the scene warms me.

The calm motionless water reflects the powder sky like glass

The gentle breeze whispers through the palms, barely disturbing the sands

The warm breeze caresses the contours and soft edges of my face.

The sun opens up to hold me in its warmth

The air swirls around with majestic ease and warm embrace


About Christopher Eyles

Aspiring writer, player of video games. I write poetry, fiction and non-fiction including some life-based stories.
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