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
Castle-building
For waves to crash against
And hands to brush again

Feet digging
Sand-printing
Floating clouds above
Flying wings, like doves

Kites soaring
Wind blowing
Everything going
Right before my eyes.


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