Sense Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Begining to have to think while i write and its sorta fustrating

Submitted: July 26, 2010

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Smell the fresh air,
Feel the prickly grass,
Tickling your toes.
Traveling your body fast,
Up your spin it goes.

Hear the wind whistle,
Let it rustle your hair.
The breeze is rough,
Hard to bare,
But you cant seem to et enough.

Tast the water at your feet,
Soothing your tounge,
Cooling you from the haet,
Clutch your chest.
Feel your heart beat.

See the ocens
Waves crashing
The water goes deep
The water is thrashing
Before this crashing, thrashing
The sea was calm
Seren and still


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