The Ocean whispered to me once
as I hovered twenty feet above it
The shore was frozen at the sand
a blanket of white foam stuck in time
Rivers turned into trees, their
roots longing to return to the city
The sunbathed mountains
looked over and laughed.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
The Ocean whispered to me once
as I hovered twenty feet above it
The shore was frozen at the sand
a blanket of white foam stuck in time
Rivers turned into trees, their
roots longing to return to the city
The sunbathed mountains
looked over and laughed.
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