April 22, 2010
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Bliss is
The waves collapsing into themselves;
sweeping its salty body
along the cracked shell shore.

Bliss is
The sun rising in the early morn;
rays of brilliant light
bursting out through the timid clouds.

Bliss is
The sand cushioning each step;
each and every hot grain
melting against my barren toes.

Bliss is
Pulling you in
and opening your eyes
with its beautiful features

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