Thursday, June 17, 2010

i reach out my hand
i can feel the summer breeze
rushing past me
blowing my loose curls all over my face

i can hear the laughter, the sand, and the sun
the ocean rising up above my ears

the season is coming
i know it
the tests are flying away
the drama is rushing past me
i can feel the end coming
and the beginning is fresh in the air.

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