Jan 10, 2010 18:34
Looking up
That day and same sky
Remembering
From the beach the breeze blows
Sometimes calling words
Looking after the sea roaring
I am I am
Nothing is constant
2 people walk in the evening
A sneaker buried in the sand
I am even if it's only me
To understand
Searching
Stars beginning to shine
Encountering
Honestly I've grown used to this
Honestly calling out
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