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some times I miss
being the shore
constantly smoothed
by the froth caressed
by the whispering
waves to find myself
in the soft morning light
cleaned up reordered
from all the creases
of worrisome days
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
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some times I miss
being the shore
constantly smoothed
by the froth caressed
by the whispering
waves to find myself
in the soft morning light
cleaned up reordered
from all the creases
of worrisome days
All these poems are from The California Notebook collection from www.annamosca.com
