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On the shore at dawn,
Waves are calm and
The light was dim.
Cold breeze ruffles my hair,
Sand between my toes.
We promised to meet where
The seas touch the earth, when
The sun meets the moon and stars,
When light becomes one with the dark.
And there he is,
my surfer boy.
Waiting, waiting.
Saying he'll wait
For me to come back.
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Kaleidoscope
PoetryRandom thoughts thrown into letters, words, and sentences. A collectanea of short poetries.
