The 24th of Any Month
I found the place
It is not far
There is wind at the top
It carries your spirit
Near the ocean but above the sound
The place is quiet the place is green
It is like your eyes
In the ocean and in the wind
But you will never be here again
Another place I thought you would like
There was a curve there was an ocean
The cactus bloomed
Despite the damage
It grew and flourished
In the breeze and in the ocean
You are there but you are not here
Copyright © Robyn Scott | Year Posted 2015
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