psychedelic beach

she sped down hard to psychedelic beach,
a way past where the waves are green or clear;
the sun asked her if he could have her hair,
but no locks came from her a star could peach

the dress she wore drove grown men mad with lust;
the waves all fought as to who’d kiss her feet —
the world stood still on psychedelic beach,
for she, the day, the sea, the world were sweet

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