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The Beach



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Sat Jun 09, 2007 2:37 pm
michellel96 says...



Toes tickled with sand
Waves licking my feet
I wade into the water
Seaweed and rocks knee-deep

I sit upon the shore
Seagulls cackling like wild
It's my haven, my beloved place
Since I was a young child

Everything is shushed
Now the sun is slipping down
Hiding behind the horizon
Another day has gone around

As the sun paints
Beautiful hues and streaks in the sky
I gaze up to the heavens
Wondering where my fate lies
  





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Sat Jun 09, 2007 5:17 pm
Shine says...



Wrong place to post this....
"A good plot is like a dream.If you dont write down your dream on paper the moment you wake up,the chances are you'll forget it and it'll be gone forever"-Roald Dalh.
  








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