I lay on the sand
I walk on the sand
I put my toes in the sand
the moon shines overhead
the waves crash on the shore
I turn to face my life
am I sure
I think so
I feel the pleasure
like I was sixteen
and never had real feelings before
did my life start anew
a warm breeze cools my brow
I head for home
the sand will be here tomorrow
Friday, July 27, 2007
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