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z Liz Aug 2014
Steal one million problems,
Toss them into the sky.
Wait 'till you get lonely,
Unsure of when you cry.
Watch them float to the ground.
You wave goodbye with a dry face.
z Liz Aug 2014
The days gently break into
the pale sky of a new beginning.
The rapid spread of sun shines brightest on the horizon.
I stand on the beach.
I want to go swimming.

You are immediately at my side pulling me into the salt.
I laugh and swim and feel lighter.
The waves pull high and low upon our time together.
My thoughts grow tired and I wish to stop treading water.

Looking for a safe passage,
I lock eyes with the familiar.
Whipping me onto a long sailed course.

The ocean turns into a sea.
The harbor is now a river.
The stream comes from up the mountain
and soon I am waiting for the rain.

— The End —