It is a pleasure when...

May 22, 2011
By Anonymous

It is a pleasure when...
I run down to the shore
Feel the soft sand under my feet
I hold a seashell in my hand
And for once it skips,once,twice, three times on the waves
It skips more than

I would have expected

It is a pleasure,
When after countless attempts,
Of skipping stones and shells,
Without success, finally
it skips on the surface.

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