decisions
By maycee
Soft sounds of water slapping against the rock The rock i sit on - meditate on - cry on Only the stars, moon and sea watch over me My rock is stable and strong, protects me from all evil Beware rock, that I may leave your peaceful presence venture into the unknown. Where danger prevails through loving and giving And then what will become of me? I will grow in mind and spirit - become a shape that fits the jigsaw of life Like you my rock, Whose shape is formed by the many movements of waves against your sides Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 03:26 PM PST 0 • 12
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"Soft sounds of water slapping against the rock..."