the waters edge where the shore meets and greets the edge of the land
a warm breeze blows through your hair as you caress the moment as you walk with your lover hand in hand
under your bare feet you imagine counting the grains of sand that are made up by zillions
you are watched by no one but envied by millions.
copyright
john leneghan
2007.
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
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