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As clear as the morning sky
The water moves like the sound of wind
As hot and soft as an electric blanket
The sand under your feet
Moves as you walk
When you get to the end
You stop, you realize, your not on sand
You're on a magic carpet
Then you sit and feel the carpet
You feel it once more
You wake up!
All this time you were walking and sitting on the sand
All you were doing was imagining
You imagined the carpet and everything
No one knows, not even you,
If you were sleeping,
Dreaming,
Imagining,
Or all
The beach is a magical place.





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Ilovelife said...
Dec. 22, 2011 at 3:44 pm
Cool! That's a really unique poem!
 
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