Wed, 07/24/2013 - 21:56 -- sdmasyr


Waves breaking on a quiet shore

Darkening drier sand once more

I stand searching the horizon

Breathing in, feeling enlivened

I hold adventure beneath my arm

Yearning to run where the big waves are

Her freezing fingers grasp my feet

I can hear her whisper to me

So with my board beneath my arm

I run and surf where the big waves are!



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