June 29, 2010
The wind blows gently through the palm trees
Evil cease to be
The ocean swallows its pride
Sea gulls cry out with joy of lost sorrow
The sand stings my feet
The only one that could hate such a scene

Is the one that lives beneath
But his eyes will wonder above

The surface
Above the sky
Into the stars
To the one pierced feet

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