Cool retreat

October 29, 2009
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The soft ocean breeze on your skin
The warm sun in the sky
The soft sand under foot
The palm trees sway when you go bye
The thrum of traffic is no where near
The Birds sing there songs here
The sweet taste of peace

The bitter taste of hate
The harsh ocean waves
The dark clouds above
The sound of sirens play
The bird’s songs fly away
The palm trees bend

The water breaks
The torrents turn
The winds whip
The sirens warn
The clouds open
The birds cry
The people here
There are none
Just I die

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