As the sun sets I reflect;
I came,
I found myself,
I began to write.
The rest is waiting for me,
Where the sun next rises.
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As the sun sets I reflect;
I came,
I found myself,
I began to write.
The rest is waiting for me,
Where the sun next rises.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
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Beautiful. I love Adirondack chairs. So comfy.
I live near the beach. When I first moved here; I used to go down to the beach and sit there and write- thanks for bringing back that memory. It’s a good one! Thanks for sharing.
Water, for whatever reason is calming- better than a Valium.
The words float so smoothly as I read this. It’s so fluid and simply dense. Thanks for sharing.
I like how the seats are empty. Anyone can sit down to watch. – Renee
Beautiful!
Nice.
Lovely poem. The empty chairs is such a nice touch.
p.s. ~~ Thanks for visiting my blog
Lovely lyric and imagery, thanks for sharing with us! Kathi :O)
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