Friday, June 17, 2011

Sand.

Till the skies are blue,
With every step on the sand,
On the shore, you're so beautiful.
Like the sand,
You've slipped my mind,
And now I'm lost.
With volumes of the ocean,
Miles with nowhere to go.
With every step I look to my side,
I throw my hand away,
Hoping for you to grab.
But did I let you go?
Could I have held on tight?
Like the sand clentched in my fist.
With the wind you were gone,
And now I'm lost.
Lost in this dream, lost without you.

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