Sunday, February 9, 2014

It's only geography

Rumbling thunder, unleashes its baritone
A divine rhythm
The ocean strokes the shoreline
and water bathes the sand

Land without contours can't even hope to be wasteland. 
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2 comments:

  1. Linda ElliottFebruary 10, 2014 at 9:35 AM

    Melissa, your writing stirs the soul and amazes me! All of that and I love you too :-) Hugs

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  2. MelissaFebruary 15, 2014 at 12:43 AM

    Thanks so much Aunt Linda. xo

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