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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, September 30, 2011

Poem 350: Sinking Sand

I'm sinking in the gentle waves
Them rushing
me standing still
My toes are covered up with sand
It building
me standing still
The wind is fighting with the waves
both tossing
me standing still
The tide is pulling at my legs
It streaming
me standing still
I'm sinking in the gentle waves
sinking, but standing still.

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