By the Shore

Slowly goes my time
When I need to run
I want to take what's mine
And chase enormous sun

Faces smiling, laces crowing
Fresh breeze in my face
Barefoot running
Golden trace
Unwanted things I left behind
No more need to hide

Silly tales make me bore
Empty faces no more
I stand still by the shore
Feel the life with my every pore.

9/03/16


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