Ocean Love

January 6, 2011
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I feel seaweed slip through my tired toes.
A piece of driftwood is my throne.
Finally I’ve come to my place of comfort.
I watch seagulls soar towards the everlasting horizon
and as the sun sparkles across the vivid blue waters.

The waves echo along the cliffs, a crashing almost
whomping noise that turns into the music I love.
My thoughts get lost with the breeze and stuck in
the delicate clouds.

It is almost a dream to me, and as far as I know,
This is the best place to let your mind, body
and your troubles go.

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