written april 20, 2009 11:32-11:39 pm, by Amber
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The soft sand
Under my feet,
Waves crashing.
My childhood.
The games,
The adventures,
The rewards.
My childhood.
The long walks,
The summer talks,
Thinking back.
A different path.
This wonderful feeling
The thoughts, the dreams.
Overflowing with joy.
Continuing.
The soft sand
Under my feet,
Waves crashing.
Reminiscing.
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| Posted: 2009-10-03 22:44:16 UTC |
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