My Euphoria

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A touch of breeze blows gently

Taste of salt does touch my lips,

Sounds of gulls upon the ocean waves

Bringing freedom to my ears.

The sun glowing warmth upon my body

Cries of laughter in the air,

Brings memories of a summer day

To the simple things that fare.

With hopes of these days to be again

Back to those very days of old,

Where the warmth, the waves, and the laughter

May again someday unfold.

-Wayne S.

From The Voice Inside

Poetry by incarcerated humans.

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