My skin shivers
at the thought
of staying still
My lips quiver
in fear Im
never leaving here
My soul begs
to soar up
to the sun
My mind desires
my body to
travel all over
My ears crave
the sound of
the crashing waves
My hands reach
for the sand
beneath my feet
-ARI
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
My skin shivers
at the thought
of staying still
My lips quiver
in fear Im
never leaving here
My soul begs
to soar up
to the sun
My mind desires
my body to
travel all over
My ears crave
the sound of
the crashing waves
My hands reach
for the sand
beneath my feet
-ARI
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