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Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Once, when I was 
about seven or eight,
I went to the ocean with my sister. 
And the ocean, 
big and blue, 
thought her so beautiful
that it embraced her,
like an old friend, 
until she too, became like a rock, 
at the 
bottom of the sea.
And I, passing by each day
in the morning,
felt the ocean’s dear hands,
pulling me in. 
Pulling,
pulling, 
lulling,
pulling,
Until I too, 
was a rock,
at the bottom of everything.

1 comment:

♫♪♥PhilO♥♪♫ said...

Could get the feel of the lines.. Amazing!

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