Shall we talk
through seashell,
filled with sea
distant squall,
playful waves'
a sigh,
mixed with
two souls excite...
salty air
caress
loosed wings
of my dress,
gently tickle
my nose,
it throbs
with desire
to absorb
smell of sea weed,
cast ashore
near my feet,
sunken in the send...
sunny weekend
wind sassy way
to launch with comb
summertime blues
at the bay,
digging up clues,
making the beach
as my home...
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
Summertime blues
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