Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Beach

The waves rolling in and out,
Crashing at the shore,
Turning in to white foam.
The seagulls gliding in the sky.
The best part is the sunlight,
Flowing across me.
Posted by at 6:33 AM

1 comments:

  1. Wow, this one is my new favorite. You have a gift with words, child!

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