My World

February 27, 2012
The beautiful blue sky
surronding a bright little sun
the end of a wooden pier
a sheild against the water

placid waves
lick sun bleached sand
i spread out my fingers
and let worries trickles through

a seagulls cry
echoes softly
no one left
to marvel its beauty

as i stand
i see myself
reflected i see
who i really am

i come out of my world
and into yours
where peace is a hope
and hope is no more

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