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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Morning Glory


She sunk
into warm sand
barefoot and tired
Out to sea
she looked
and looked and looked.
One after the other
waves crashed and foamed
and crashed and foamed
None of it would go away
and then all of it did.
A wave of calm
entered
and she knew.

2 comments :

  1. i wanted to reread this poem over and over. it is full of a feeling, full of a moment, a story clear yet flowing. thanks for sharing!

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  2. i wanted to reread this poem over and over. it is full of a feeling, full of a moment, a story clear yet flowing. thanks for sharing!

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