Sand

I lie in the carpet of sand Trespassed by many a man Skin hazed film of white Sun bleached daily natures' rite I wish for the seas cleansing pass A ritual of natures' purifying glass And I feel the draw of the sea What a wondrous feel to be free

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Harry Horsman

Date: 2/23/2016 8:29:00 AM

A picture in words, Kelli, awesome poetry.

Kelli White
Date: 2/23/2016 8:36:00 AM

Thank you very much Harry Horsman

Daniel Turner

Date: 2/23/2016 8:00:00 AM

Like I said before, Your talent is exposed and it's a lovely view. Wink wink!!!

Kelli White
Date: 2/23/2016 8:17:00 AM

Hahaha. You are so wise Daniel.

Daniel Turner

Date: 2/23/2016 7:32:00 AM

Really nice, Kelli. It would have been nice to rub in that hazy film of white as you have captured my imagination. You better be careful or you'll end up in one of my poems. LOL Really enjoyed the write, young lady.

Kelli White
Date: 2/23/2016 7:56:00 AM

It does lead ones' imagination in a few directions. Skin, sea glass or simply sand?

Francis Osho

Date: 2/23/2016 12:10:00 AM

i like it kelly

Kelli White
Date: 2/23/2016 1:52:00 AM

Ty very much Francis. Good to see you.