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The soft sand under our feet.
The silent sea ahead of us.
Far away in the distance
Yet seeming so close is the sun.
Our heart burst out with the warmth of it.
Walking away from the sea,
Leaving a trail of fresh footprints,
We enter into the coldness of our beach-house.
We light the fire.
The flames gradually engulf the wood
Leaving bruises on them.
Then eventually eating every piece of wood
Away into ashes, Like a plague
Which spreads from one person to another.
The dim light of our lamp takes over its duty
As the sun retires for the day.
The calm sea begins to sing its sweet slow melodies
The rhythm of it can be heard faintly
Amongst the soft whistling of the wind.
The crying of the wood as it burns away gives a sad tune
And as the last piece echo's away....
A New Day beings.
None
Ever works out and then regrets it
you never go for a RUN
And then when you're finished
WISH you had just stepped home
you NEVER climb a mountain,
Get to the TOP, and SAY,
"I should have just been CONTENT
to stay where I was"
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