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I put my hands into the sea. The water licks my face. The waves move in on me. I turn back to the sands so I can see the moon light glow reflected in these shatters of broken bottles who lay so low. The days are getting longer. The nights are shorter too. These bottles keep on breaking and I keep on seeing you reflected in these shatters, on this shore, under this glow. It brings me to my knees and you're in it - here - I know. I want to say your name. I want to touch your skin. It seems just all too late now, you know how long it's been. I can feel you in the wind. I swear I've seen you in the showers that will come early in the morning and kiss the yawning flowers. I've knelt here much too long, my eyes are growing tired. I feel the water on my heels I think the tides - they have conspired. I think about you now the deeper in I wade, the way I felt around you and how we had it made. Once I come back up, once the sun shines in my eyes I take a deeper breath and let you go into the skies.
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:37 AM UTC
I Run Along the Shoreline
I put my hands into the sea. The water licks my face. The waves move in on me. I turn back to the sands so I can see the moon light glow reflected in these shatters of broken bottles who lay so low. The days are getting longer. The nights are shorter too. These bottles keep on breaking and I keep on seeing you reflected in these shatters, on this shore, under this glow. It brings me to my knees and you're in it - here - I know. I want to say your name. I want to touch your skin. It seems just all too late now, you know how long it's been. I can feel you in the wind. I swear I've seen you in the showers that will come early in the morning and kiss the yawning flowers. I've knelt here much too long, my eyes are growing tired. I feel the water on my heels I think the tides - they have conspired. I think about you now the deeper in I wade, the way I felt around you and how we had it made. Once I come back up, once the sun shines in my eyes I take a deeper breath and let you go into the skies.
rita-kidd
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rita-kidd
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Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 12:37 AM UTC
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