Midnight Beach MAG

January 14, 2010
By krisssss PLATINUM, Nyack, New York
krisssss PLATINUM, Nyack, New York
22 articles 18 photos 28 comments

The sand below me tickles my legs.
It's five degrees below freezing,
and the waves roll with the lighthouse.
My thoughts dissipate and run away, skimming the ocean top.
They are disguised,
as they scream into the moonlight.
The fire cracks behind us,
and the six string sings in millions of different chords.
Voices chime as the seagulls sleep.
We rock their serenity 'til morning peaks.



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sgrace SILVER said...
on Feb. 21 2010 at 2:33 pm
sgrace SILVER, West Chester, Pennsylvania
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love this. short, but to the point. keep writing!




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