by Larry K.
Thursday, September 19, 2002
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Feeling the ocean breeze on my face...
I think of a friend far away.
Wondering if the ripple of my hand in the water...
will follow the tide to where she stands.
For like the tide, my thoughts flow each day...
to that place so many thousands of miles away.
To where she stands, amongst the waves...
wondering, if she feel the ripple of my touch.