Send the following on WhatsApp
Continue to ChatOn the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation - Arthur Rimbaud from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/on-the-blue-summer-evenings-i-will-go-along-the-paths-and-walk-over-the-short-grass-as-i-am-pricked-by-the