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Can you hear it? I can. I can hear all of the sounds which were long forgotten. I can hear the harmonious call of the ocean and the soft whispers of the air. The wind engulfs me as I stare into the sky, across the midnight sea and watch the stars twinkle overhead. I can see the glitter of the shooting stars as they fly across the night's canvas and cascade towards the ocean. I can see them drip into the sea and the flame die out.

I can feel the rush of water on my fingertips as I lay my hands down to feel it's tender touch. And I can feel the silken sand underneath my feet as I scrunch up my toes and let the beads of the beach touch me with a soft caress.

Can you hear it? I can. I can hear all of the sounds which were long forgotten. I can hear the echoes of the birds which soar past the moon's darkened surface and leave this land for the next. I drown my sorrows in a pool of silver water and in the grains of gentle sand. Can you see it? I can. I can see the sun arising over the darkened water and see a shimmer of light stretch from the sun towards the beach. I can see a change in the sky.


Submitted: September 11, 2007

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wow, excelent read! something has to have awakened in you to feel, sense, hear and see such beauty. thankyou for sharing what you capture

Tue, September 11th, 2007 12:40am

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Thank you so much, I really appreciate your comments. It means a lot. :-) x

Mon, September 10th, 2007 6:32pm

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