she closes her eyes and imagines her life
beneath palm trees that dance on an ocean breeze
and endless blue skies
the clouds that reside
dance in her head where memories lie
of lighthouses and heavy storms
comfort her when she is alone
and loneliness is unforgiving
and emptyness is unrelenting
and happiness is as easy as just
dreaming of the sand beneath her toes
and she's the only one who knows
Tight V. Formation
Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 1:05 PM
Sand Beneath Her Toes (2003)
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