Wednesday, August 27, 2008

B.L.I.S.S

A blast of wind,
beside a friend,
liquid in hand,
feet in sand;

Wishes do come true,
star blazed skies shone,
things aren't always blue,
she is never alone;

As she looks into the horizon,
as dark as it may seem,
the breeze that swept her hair,
made her face beam;

She inhales the salty breeze,
lets out a gasp silently,
letting her mind n soul freeze,
as she rests her head down gently.

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