SONG OF THE SURF
All night I lay in bed as the surf outside my door
Breathed in and breathed out
A soothing song--a melody of love.
Love once lost and love now found.
Crystal clear, in my ear--the chant of the
Ebb and flow like the beating of my heart.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| SONG OF THE SURF | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
| GOD NEVER FAILS | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
| THE BLOSSOM | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
| SAD BUT TRUE | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
| FREE SPIRIT | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
| BEACH MEMORIES | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
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