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A poem written on a whim, very short and simple with a sweet underlying message, at least I hope that's what it sounds like...
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Poetry - Words: 80 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 08-02-06 - id: 2223007
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Beach
Lady Glass
Salty waves on the face of a beach
Rolling down the hilly cheeks
It heard my cry that windy morning
Five o' clock and I'm still awake
You caught it for me
When it slipped out of my reach
I saw your hand
In that sliver of light in the room of pitch
I think you're still holding it for me
If you want to give it back I'll be waiting at the beach
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