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Wednesday, April 4, 2007


   new poem
I feel the spray of mist upon my face
and I hear a gull caw overhead
as I stand and stare at own reflection
fading away in the leaving tide.
I stand and stare ,silently,
as the next crashing wave hits my chest,
again it begins to leave pulling, calling to me
begging me to come and vanish benith its amber waves.
But i must denie this temtatious request
to head for home to my beauty best,
to live and to laugh
to love and to cry.

well hi every one I am open for sugestions beacus it has no name.
for that is where I plane to die.

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