Saturday, January 15, 2011

Everything that glitters can be diamonds.

Soft sand and gushing water,
The shore wide and vast.
I step on beads of lights,
Shadows lurking behind.
I see the beautiful stones hidden
In the earth, waves spreading
I need to find them all
I know they are my diamonds
Scattered, I may loose them
I see them in my dreams
One at a time I pick
Polish and wish
That you take me where i dream,
To be.

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