Friday, April 17, 2009

Our Sandcastle

cool water laps at her ankles
soft sand melts beneath her feet
gentle wind tugs at her summer dress
setting sun caresses her face

She walks along the line where the ocean meets the world
and she dreams of dancing where the ocean meets the sky
- where she can find all the things that have washed away.


She wants to sleep on the beach
but we don't sleep on the beach anymore.

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