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Apr 21
Fall with a curtsy;
Canvas of the wind;
Lace of the sea.
The shore is **** yet barely obscene
Looking closely,
I just see, meΒ Β 
and all of myself longs it could be.
When I go to the beach,
Experiencing the waves lap in time
Makes it feel like time waits for you if you just wait along together.
Like mirrors, it allows you to see yourself in the present moment.
Some look for vanity, some for clarity.
Maybe, that's why the beach is breathtaking.

You can't hide from yourself when you find yourself beautiful.

Β© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Written by
Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo  27/F
       Jim Musics, Fawn and Crazy Diamond Kristy
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