Crossing Over
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*by Fatima Ray*
At eighteen waiting for the light to turn green at the intersection in the
big city thirty miles from home. Observing all the people waiti...
1 year ago
Relaxing, folding my arms
Under my head
Idling, you nap the time
listlessly away.
Swaying, the sea air
ease away our tiredness
Rocking, it sets
the mood so perfect.
The water,
a sea of ebbing silver sparkles
The shades,
devours the ruthless hotness.
Our feet,
hanging, they so calmly sway
Our eyes,
They smile, devoid of fray.
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