A dream
By Bigheadbob
Granuals of sand, Beneath our toes. Ocean salt water, Spraying all around. A full moon, Upon you face. A slight breeze, Blowing over our bodies. Walking, Talking, Together, I wake up. Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 05:24 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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