PARADISE ISLANDThe sun feels great on my body
As a soft breeze caresses my face.
There's a drink by me with an umbrella.
I may just melt into this place.
The cabana boy brings me another
"Close your eyes, and leave troubles behind,"
He says while massaging my shoulders.
Too bad that it's all in my mind.
Caren E. Salas
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