May 19, 2009


the nights are longer and walks around the area can be pleasant
the sound of the sea against the shore is one of the most beautiful sounds in the all world
the waves coming against the sand and shale then the water rushing away before it repeats this movement it is pure and it soves my soul, music, poetry Gods presence.

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MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"