As I run next to the waves
The wind in my hair
I notice that my feet
Feel like they aren't there
No shoes to hold them in
they can run much faster
Almost silent
On the pale yellow sand
I never want to leave
This perfect ocean land
Saturday, January 16, 2010
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I never knew that you are a poet! Nice work!
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ReplyDeletelet's go!
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