Sun Sand Sea
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Honey from the sky,
sugar under feet,
warm turquoise tea.
I let my senses revel in
a territory of tranquility.
In modern temples
of sun, sand and sea,
where all believers,
all tourists-pilgrims
lie almost nude
instead of going
down on knees.
I joined the multitude
becoming follower
of antique Epicurus'
school in Greece.
Bu şiiri puanla
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