your voice feels like a fire subsiding on the beach
and i can feel your face made of stone cracking;


we run into the waves
and we create poetry with seashells in the sand.


we fall into our blankets
and we don't miss an opportunity to say
i love you.





12/20/2010
Posted on 12/21/2010
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 12/21/10 at 07:16 AM
I love this, Ava. Really good.