20: Cabana Blue
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A sweet sip of Kakigori tea,
To lounge on sand-crusted sheets.
To lounge on sand-crusted sheets.
Some chilly breeze rustles the trees,
While the tides lap at my feet.
While the tides lap at my feet.
The hazy clouds float like a dream,
As the cold of night threatens sweet sleep.
As the cold of night threatens sweet sleep.
Here under my cabana blue sheltering,
Delays the crawling dark of reality.
Delays the crawling dark of reality.
Yet deep in my heart lies a conscious nagging,
Which I hear but not heed-
Which I hear but not heed-
Forever fearing the breakage of my lucid wishings.
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