Cobble stone streets wind into beautiful beaches
warm brown crystals submerge my feet with each step
all is silent but the whoosh of the rolling waves
cool waves replace the feel of warmth
Thoughts swirl through the clean air as whispers become truth
seeking another mind to pursue
Misconceptions are legitimate
Fiction become fact
Lies are truths
May 17, 2011
May 17, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
Cobble stone streets wind into beautiful beaches
warm brown crystals submerge my feet with each step
all is silent but the whoosh of the rolling waves
cool waves replace the feel of warmth
Thoughts swirl through the clean air as whispers become truth
seeking another mind to pursue
Misconceptions are legitimate
Fiction become fact
Lies are truths
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