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clouds beachI have flown soft-winged among the silken clouds and touched them on my way

Moved up and down in harsh and gentle winds that knew no bounds

Kissed by the sun, my feet have walked lands far away

Where waves on golden beaches softly touched my toes, watched lovingly by bowing palms on shores where now I wish to be

You see, inside my soul there lives a child

Who laughs and smiles, and sees the beauty of our world

That child is me, and you . . .