Tuesday, January 3, 2012


Waves of my dreams
smell of seaweed
I am on the boat

follow the stream
time for retreat
anchor is dropped.

Stepping ashore
sand warms my feet
promising rest

touched to the core
skipping one beat
heart does the best.

Lying on rug
ready for nap
listening birds...

wishing good luck
frog's rapid snap,
soul rebirth

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