where woods meet the shore
there as water meets the sky
we'll meet, you and I
to plan the plans and dream the dreams
as fleeting as the sand's warmth
or the way you look at me
one by one the waves roll in
kiss my toes and then retreat
and you, holding that sand dollar
as if you're afraid it will break in your hand,
look perfect and still
perfect and still... ~
Copyright ©2009 Angela Friberg
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