On the Beach
The sand was blowninto our hair,
as we looked at stars and waves,
and talked of love
and things.
And time stood still,
as it will
when the ocean sounds like a distant roar,
and lonliness is no more
than a thought of the past.
On the Beach
The sand was blownPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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Life Is But a Dream | 3 | 03/04/2010 |
Traces | 0 | 02/15/2010 |
String Theory | 0 | 02/01/2010 |
My Hometown | 0 | 01/25/2010 |
Hands of Time | 0 | 11/08/2009 |
Reflections | 0 | 10/23/2009 |
Conceptual | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Reality | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
Change | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
Its The Journey | 1 | 10/14/2009 |
On the Beach | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
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