The Beach

April 16, 2009
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The crisp air is salty

As I walk towards the shore







The sand pulls my feet

Like a child who wants to play

The sun, floating high in the sky
Seems to be smiling

And I smile, in spite of myself

For I’ve had a long day


But now, at the beach
My thoughts are whirled away







And a voice inside of me seems to say,
“This is the place that you will stay”


And yes, I do believe
That this is the place where I will stay


Wasting my life away
To the beauty of the world


And that is why I love


The Beach





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