Thursday, December 16, 2010

Niki's Morning

And when the morning interviews the beach
To stop the sand from wanton speech
The sun, in passing, loves a lonely sea
And leaves for shores beyond its reach
Will then my time in sand remain, or flee?
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  1. UnknownDecember 19, 2010 at 12:53 PM

    I think this poem was one of your best
    A cut above all of the rest
    I hope you add more of its ilk
    Those that go down easy like a glass of milk

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