Open Poetry #30 |
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Outer Drift |
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symphony_of_thoughts Member
since 2003-08-03
Posts 95Somewhere |
I walk away, From the land, Towards tides, Of golden embars. Washing and bathing, My emotions through, Every crashing of the waves. I wish I could turn back, But the water rushes so fast, Makes me feel clean, Gives me strength, To believe. And I never want, To leave again. Just want to cleanse Myself. Just want to wash, The sand from my body, And forget mourns, Of past. |
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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I know this feeling and you certainly versed it well. |
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