November 18, 2010
The wind rushed by,
The grass rippled,
The cement looked rocky,
But was smooth at touch.

It felt as if I was on a beach,
The sound of water crashing on the rocks,
The cement was like sitting on the sandy beach during high tide.

Leaves are thrown back and forth,
The waves come up on the shore,
Then return to the sea.

So repetitive,
So usual,
Yet so calming,
So knowing.

Look at this world and it’s people,
Look at yourself,
So many differences,
So unique,
Yet to similar,
So close.

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