Alone on a far shore
Savouring the limpid turquoise blue of the ocean
The soft, clean golden sand
The solitude, and the heaven-sent silence
Punctuated only by the lullaby of the waves
My own small patch of Paradise
Without the strings attached
An isle of repose, of calm
All the more beautiful for its impermanence
My personal Eden
Sans apple, sans Eve, sans Lucifer...sans God himself
For even He would be a distraction
Let me cherish it while I may
For the world will intrude all too soon...
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