Leaves danced in circles in the soft wind.
The autumn's breeze swirled around me.
The sun shone brightly, happy to kiss the faces of others.
Trees had given me hugs before, but none like this
big
strong
beautiful
dream as big as anything.
Happiness.
Bright waves of delight breathed through this place.
A dream place.
A beautiful place.
My home.
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Monday, March 7, 2011
Untitled Poem - Leah Marsh
Your fingers
carving into the sand
lines
letters
words.
A message,
but not in a bottle.
A message
to your lost love.
But why? Why?
When the waves will wash it all
away,
like they did
to your life?
carving into the sand
lines
letters
words.
A message,
but not in a bottle.
A message
to your lost love.
But why? Why?
When the waves will wash it all
away,
like they did
to your life?
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