Barefoot
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I walk on the deserted beach
listening to the ocean song;
the breeze holds my hand.
Is this where I belong?
I leave my footprints in the sand
feeling the grains between my toes.
Is it too late to dream,
I ask. Only God knows!
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Premiere Contest No. 7 by Skat A
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2015
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