Tomorrow we'll go To the beach And run naked Across the sand While the sea Stares quietly At your modest Warm body Touching mine. It's funny how thoughts Seem so loud. I look around me, at all the young faces, with thousand year old eyes, Reflecting only the mute Sadness of the morning light. And we stand there Waiting For the battles to begin, Not knowing Or being able To taste tomorrow's joys. All material contained on this web site is copyright protected.
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