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I stood on the jagged
rocks as gentle waves brushed my wrinkled toes. Soft, heavy
mist danced around my legs sweeping away unfaithful memories.
Sparkling dew drip-dropped from damp emerald leaves, tracing
trails over ancient trunks. Fertile scents grazed my nose,
inviting enchantment to trickle through my battered soul.
The moist air became a blanket of silky gossamer threads,
cushioning my raw thoughts.
Throbbing heartbeats
came unbidden upon the wind. My life played itself out, a
bright merry go round behind closed eyes. The force surrounding
me caged my weariness, locking it away deep under a watery
grave. Sweet thoughts dressed themselves in their finest glory.
Euphoria washed over me, taking me along a sunlight stream
of joy.
©1998, Christie
Benson
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