by Kate
The whipping of the wind
Hurts my ears as I fly
To the other side of the
Green sea.
Whack, I’ve come crashing
In cold.
The green sea comes in
Like pins and needles.
Then I’m flying again.
The waves are moving fast under me,
Rushing to the expected
Landing place.
I’m floating on the waves,
Those waves of the
Green sea.
The waves love me,
And I fly into the
Shore.
They jump high and roar,
And
I am forgotten.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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