rubydee the idea of plunging
face first
into the ocean
preferring to savor the delicious coldness
licking at my toes
in small spurts...
as the waves tumbled each other and over stones
resting at my feet.
Whitechocolatewalrus My eyes lingered upon the stone wall
Wondering what lay beyong the aging crevices
Were there purple llamas
Or flying fish?
Did people talk crazy talk
and laugh at floating hair balls?
Would the clouds be green
and the grass be white?
(and on the other side
would the wall be as fascinating
as it is where my eyes do linger?)
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