b'Too bright. Too good. I was there. I felt it. I shook hands with you out of body. Beach first. Moment divided by a second. Re-birth. Back on sand, toes to water but to tell you my truth sometimes I\'m too cold. Back on land in front of your building. No, no, back on sand. Hands behind my mind. Your head, my heart. I said something and I hope you heard it. Because when the moon arrives I\'ll have to go. I have to go. \\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'