September 6, 2010

Summer (poeTry)

by amica page

Waves crashing
Feet rushing
Foams forming
Breaking tides

Bodies swaying
Legs paddling
Arms swinging
Zooming balls

Hands brushing
For waves to crash against
And hands to brush again

Feet digging
Floating clouds above
Flying wings, like doves

Kites soaring
Wind blowing
Everything going
Right before my eyes.

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