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A fantasy walk--
My feet against the fine white sand
In its struggle to feel every single grain that touches them
My soul adrift with the warm tropical breezes
Letting them kiss me and touch me all over
My mind heaving, soaring and roaring
with the wild and rough current of the sea
Still a bit crazy from the memories of last night--
(the way you rock me in the ocean of blankets
deep down to the core of my womb...)
Making me blush like a school girl
In love for the first time
While we walk, holding hands
Indifferent to the desolation of the sea,
the time and the world...
As the envious waves wipe-out your footsteps and mine
on the surface of this seeminly endless sand
Today, I permanently etched--
at the bottom of my heart...
Published 30th Dec 2010
| Edited 31st Dec 2010
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31st Dec 2010 2:22am
...after the very practical love of machinery in your last piece. "Envious waves" is a lovely touch of the pen. A tale of whimsy, with the ocean to scene-set is always a crowd pleaser :-)
(you have some tense issues, my dear;
touches them
tropical breezes)
(you have some tense issues, my dear;
touches them
tropical breezes)
31st Dec 2010 4:41am
*blushing*-- yeah, I guess I can be sweet sometimes(only sometimes though...)haha and I'm kind of superstitious, I don't wanna end the year with something bitter so I created this one... And thank you for pointing out my tense issues I really really appreciate it! :)
5th Jan 2011 11:52pm
I love beach imagery and with this you have done a wonderful job of painting a beautiful scene. The very first two lines are the perfect mood setting device in this solitary reflection.
6th Jan 2011 4:39am
