Beached Uncertainty

November 11, 2012
Sea mist

Blows back my hair

It’s in the air

Leading to where?
Soft sand

But do I dare?

Them to somewhere
Run now

Wipe off my glare
Chase it

Pursue it there

Fall into the sea

Find your hopes

And live your dreams.

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