The Beach

by Angie   Mar 1, 2007


Seating on the beach...Toes in the sand...Water rushing under me...I look out to sea...So calm and peaceful...It has no worries...No wars to fight or no one to betray it...I look up and see the sun being swallowed by the sea...I see the burning desire to be strong to not be taken over...But like everything...Someone has to be held captive...Put under a spell...Until day breaks and it can be strong again...

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