A short poem about laying on the beach in complete peace
I like to listen to the ocean as I lay upon the sand. I like to hide from all my problems as I listen to the wind. I lose myself. I disappear. The sand and I are one. The ocean writes a symphony. The sand and I- we like it. We lay here and listen. There’s not a problem in the world. I like it. I like it. I like to disappear. I’m not here. I’m not here. There’s only sand, wind and ocean. I’m not here ‘cause that’s the only way to make my problems disappear. I’m not here. I’m not here- so niether are my problems. I’m not here. I’m not here. There’s only sand, wind and ocean, but my problems and I- we’re not here (we’re not here).
Very sweet, interesting with view to its form which makes it one breath, sand of sand, one entity with no interruption, with nothing to disturb.
You are quite an amazing kind of person for sure.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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You are quite an amazing kind of person for sure.
God Bless
Michelle~