stuck in gravity

Bathed in the hug of your sun
pampered by romped waves,
kissed by your cooling breeze
in the existence of my dream,
wars of any thought get banal.
In your angelic climate, I'm an
altar, a question mark, hewed
by your voice, by your hearing,
as you goggle, stuck in gravity
of a delicate l'hawaΓ―enne realm

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