Category: sand
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Walking On Sand
The ducks swayed in Lake Michigan Underneath a starry sky And the ground gave way under our feet Do you remember the night we walked on the sand? I was your woman You was my man I loved you But failed to understand That being together wasn’t your plan Because you was a ladies man…
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Forgiveness
More precious than gold or silver Valuable like rain in the desert Glistening in the sun like shells wasted on shore But it breaks under the pressure of bitterness Eventually becoming fine sand That gives way to easy going feet Eager to walk on to brighter days And that is the beauty of forgiveness Love…
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Possible Love
I can’t love you. Cuz I don’t love me. My love is therefore partial. It’s like a pond with ripples. It ain’t that deep. But I’ll bring my hand full of water to your sea. If you take me in… So maybe I can feel something more than the love I have yet to be.…
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A Loner Without True Love
One day, the money will turn to ash. Sand will form into glass only to break again. Wet tears will momentarily make dry skin moist. The facades will fade to nothingness. The sex appeal and enthusiasm of youth unexplored will dissipate. Smooth lips will chap. Tight skin may wither like autumn leaves preparing to change…
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Smile Anyway
We once sat on the shore or maybe But that time has passed And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles Of sun burned feet Running against the strong breeze There is no looking back No questioning yesterday Only forward movement Locked eyes fade to subtle glances Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances Time…
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Much Needed Rest
Take me to your island Where I can bask in the sweet sun Swing in the night breeze And frolic until my work is done Just breath easy No expectation for the anticipation Of conversation In truth, I want to rest Experience joy, peace and happiness No hurt in my voice No ache in my…
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Love Again
We can’t live forever Treasure our time together Sweet talk for days Kiss the blues away Allow glittering lights to shine Like dew dropping off emerald leaves In the spring time Walk on the warm, hot sand Let loose toes dig into fragmented glass It glitters like sunshine on the edge Of a new dream…
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To Be Missed
To Be Missed I skim through the countless grains of sand In search of our love. Or was it lost among the pearls in the sea? Perhaps taken to Davy Jones Locker? A prisoner of the deep. I am a vexed soul on the verge of losing sleep. Hoping to grasp affection… I never intended…
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