Ocean breeze caresses my being-sand smooth beneath me
yellow grains pumice kneading.
Smell of refreshment my nostrils inhale-sun's ray on my body bronzing the lightness of pale.
Salt spray flushes over skin dampened and glisten-roaring water methodically it's rhythm I listen.
Tidal waves consistent lapping of motion-only God our creator provides us music from the ocean.
Ann Marie
Skabootch
8/06/09
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