Sunday, April 18, 2010


Waves dance across the open plane
Miles and acres of ocean tides
pushing and pulling

Red as blood,
Soft as baby's skin
Equally untouched

Polluted and confounded
Broken by one
Broken and torn and destroyed.

Dance waves, Dance.
Don't ever stop
The moon won't love you if you do.

Don't stop
You can't stop
Each red drop must move


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