Rythm of love

November 17, 2009
By missmakayla BRONZE, Millbrae, California
missmakayla BRONZE, Millbrae, California
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Favorite Quote:
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin


Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow


Your paradise isn't tropical,
not filled with coconut and sea salt.
It is rustic
fresh pine and churned earth.
So you stand out on the dock barefoot
The chill from the wood working its way through your feet and up your spine
the scent of the pine trees envelope you. somehow..its just easier to breathe out here.
your lungs can relax...
small ripples form, dancing their way over to you on the lake front.
The morning on the lake is serene, everything is slower and more planned. Every curl of breath from your lungs is slow to leave...lingering.
When the sound of the first boat is revved
your heart practically shatters.
The ripples are more frequent, no longer at their own pace...
the serene is gone.


The author's comments:
So you will find this tagged in many ways because this can mean different things for different people.

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