PORTRAIT
Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
Complex and hard to understand.
Sometimes it feels l’m its entirety;
Another time - a grain of useless sand.
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I could be the bubbly soaring wave!
Or maybe just a shy receding ebb.
Soft winds are my sweet caress
And storms can be my scathing jests.
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Bright sunrise - my eternal peace.
Pale moonbeams are my glorious sheath.
Yes indeed, I am an ocean!
Vast, deep, and hard to understand.
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Dear friend now tell me…you are what?!
–yvetteauroredecroix’06–
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