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Surfer
Surfer
I never step
On surfboard
In my life
But from time
To time
I ask myself
How it is
To be surfer
True one
In hart
And guts
How does it feel
On sunny day
With 25 Celsius degrees
In shades
To drive in old
Volks
Onto beach
Full of gorgeous
Babes
In bikinis
And bunch of
Surfer dudes
With surf rock
Playing from speakers
With sand under feet
And beaten up
Surfboard beside
That saw better days
Feeling breeze wind
On skin
Taking slow steps
Toward water
Followed by the looks
From babes
Step into cold water
Confronting first waves
Weaking as they
Reach shore
Vowing with hands
To center of happening
Looking that perfect
Wave
Waiting
Just waiting
Then you skip few
Smaller
Again waiting for
That perfect one
And at last he comes
Rolling and tumbling
Like speed train
Toward you
Sudden rush
Attack of adrenaline
Blood boils
Fast hand pedaling
Then turn
To get inline
With wave
Step onto board
And lean forward
For speed
Then magic
That lasts forever
Never-ending moment
In that moment
You are on top
Of the world
Everything is perfect
No troubles
Or worries
Anymore
Just that perfect moment
Essential of all
Existence
Inline with nature
And all living
Almost everyday
I see myself on
That board
In that moment
At that place
And in that
Picture
I find my
Calm
