Sunset capturing diamonds
in rosy cheeks
Of puffy clouds
A warm ocean breeze softly moving
across green
volcanic sands
Or was it the sweet whisper of the palms,
swaying
Ginger root and hibiscus
Reflecting in the vast pool of tomorrows
Yet unlived
Memories
not yet created
Dreams
not yet born
desires
not yet spoken
Life
not yet lived
To live is to be
To be is to feel
To feel is to suffer
To suffer is to live?
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