Windless sails drooping against the dark sky
The turbulent sea reaching up to wash the stars
Aimlessly adrift, tossed about
Holding onto the ocean spray
Wet,cold,alone.
Monday, March 30, 2009
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Just thoughts that come and go without stopping to investigate. Ponderings of life and existence that take only a thought and its gone.
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