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Dream come true
Contributed by
amsy
on
Thursday, 24th March 2005 @ 02:05:29 AM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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Months will roll away like a ball of yarn near a cat.
A guaranteed reward at the end of the string.
A long wait.
Playing with ideas until they become frayed.
Anticipation will thrive in my veins.
In sleep I visit this untamed setting.
I see the turquoise waters and hear the echos of the sky.
The heavy smells that could capture even the dullest of senses.
They will Leave a mark that the memory will never forget.
I belong to a moving rainbow of people on beaches.
Waking up early to secure a sunny chair.
The click click of the camera sparks excitement within.
Drink in hand and culture unfolding its wings all around
The sun will beat down on me until I turn orange.
returning to winter will be the real burn recieved.
Copyright ©
amsy
... [
2005-03-24 02:05:29] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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