Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Ballad


The rolling waves crash to the shore.

The water rushes swiftly.

Castles along the coastal sands

Are being built so ardently.



The warm sun beams upon the rocks.

The water glistens magically.

The salty air fills up your lungs

And overtakes you suddenly.



The sun sets over the horizon.

The sky turns hues of red.

It’s been a great day at the beach;

There’s plans for more ahead.

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