High up above in the blue sky,
The sea gulls sing and sea gulls cry,
As I stand alone on this white sandy beach,
Trying to leave my mark on the sands of time,
I hear the waves lashing against the rocks,
I see the conch shells and corals around the dock,
Already there, waiting for me,
While they've left their marks on the sands of time.
Somewhere Life Is A Figment of Imagination
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
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5 comments:
beautiful..
Lovely
>>Already there, waiting for me
didnt quite get you here?
ive drawn a million analogies of it now
@swathi
thanks
@searchinformrmojorisin
:)
@anon
oops! too bad ;)
@child woman
hehe... ;)))
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