A whisper of a voice in the waves


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A whisper of a voice in the waves

crashing into shore over and over

Sky blue so sharp it clears your senses

focuses your empty mind.

Who drew this sky , these clouds,

in colours from my soul,

Yellow gold sand crunches under my feet,

seeps between my toes,

glistens like crystals, the glass it aspires to be,

who are we? i muse,

so small in this world of wonderment,

awhile the voices crash into shore over and again,

and blue sky aches my eyes,

breaks apart my yearning soul....

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