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.
About Me
- john leneghan
- dont like to talk about myself too much but i do like to tell and show people when i have written new stuff.
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