Tuesday, September 30, 2008


our house is made of sand
the waves form years of stories
the winds change their minds
but the sand keeps moving
while the stories change
the fish chase their prey
and the mermaids dance at dawn
the seagulls fly high
living life to the fullest
while the sun rises
but the night is coming
and the winds will blow strong
and once again
the moon will rise
and i'll think about you

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