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May 2014
The way she walked,
was a soft sway.
Her sway,
reminded me of the beautiful rippled reflection
of a warm summer's sunset.

Whose ripples,
that laid on top of the ocean's surface,
in the distance,
that beauty,
was her.

She always had me m e s m e r i z e d.
And every evening past dusk, that we kissed goodbye,
as I stood alone watching her walk inside
was like  …
watching the sunset.  

Her hair
whenever she decided to give up on letting it fly around her head,
whenever she finally decided to take off her silly hat,
Her hair… was capricious.
And I loved that about her.

I always saw it like this:
When she took her hat off, she was letting go:
releasing herself.
Because deep down,
she truly was wild.

She was like the ocean.
On bright sunny days, she was alive in so many ways.
She danced and chased little kids around the shoreline.
She helped full up the moats of a hundred little sandcastles,
that would end up washing away.
Even though, she knew by day break all those sandcastles would be washed away thanks to the big waves of an early morning storm.
She was like the ocean, especially on those stormy nights.
I have never dealt with a wave as big as her…
She was like the ocean.
A first glance, when you try to look into her,
you can't really see anything.
You can't see all that is there.
But there always was.
There always was something swimming underneath.
You had to just dive in and explore her.
To find and see all the beautiful little things about her,
even in the darkest places -deep down under.
She was my ocean.
She was my sea,
and I just happened to be her lost sailor.
*Her skin smelt like the ocean. And all I wanted was to drown in her.
I haven't met her yet.
But, from these poems that I write,
and from all the moments I imagine. I think that she is close by.
And oh how lovely, she is.
Written by
Хейли  Россия
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