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Inspired by my trip to Bulgaria's black sea coast- written in my note pad on the beach :)


Submitted:Jun 11, 2010    Reads: 66    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Sun beats down the boundries of blue;

Shining light on shadowed souls.

Sparkling sea washes worries away,

As soft sand sweeps across feet like flour.

You've time to smile as the pace is paused.

Your sigh of relief echoed by waves of empathy.

Inclication and monotomy thrown to sea, like jagged rocks.

Replaced by small, smooth, rounded pebbles;

Washed ashore by the omniscient ocean.

As I brush the sand off my shoulder

and plunge into cool clarity,

I consider the fate of this

Ideal realist,

Real idealist.





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