False Serenity

October 16, 2012
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The shy old man sits,
listening to the waves collide in the ocean.

His journey brought him here,
on this cold foggy evening.
The mist embracing his body, bound like a blanket,
perfectly content with his surroundings.

Is this his heaven?
Forever breathing in this savory salty air.
Praising every crash against the shore...

If only it weren’t a dream.

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