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Mental Vacation

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The night consumes my soul.

Relaxing, I lay
On the golden bits of sand
And transparent waters at my feet
Tickling my toes

The moon hung
As if it were drawn
Perfectly into the sky
White as a bride, round

The lengthy strands
Swaying in the breeze
And I feel it
On my shoulders

Not a light
Not a care
Only the wind in my hair
as the night consumes me





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pantalonesconqueso said...
Oct. 7, 2008 at 2:03 pm
Less words are used to generate a strong feeling; In other words you don't drown in five dollar words or five million words. Muy Bueno
 
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