Lay my body on the sand,
I don't want to remember why I'm here,
Let the sun embrace my skin,
And my eyes embrace upon the sun,
As my heart rhythmic along with the water waving back and fourth,
La Lalalala La Lalalala,
I can scream,
I can lose myself and put it back together,
Become one with the tropical land,
Then I won't need the Pen&Pad anymore,
Just my smiles,
And my heart floating in the blue tropical.
BangEpiphany
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love_supreme says: Wow, this poem was very nice. Excellent write! |
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hymnagen says: Took me to a place of peace. thanks |
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