Ocean's and Sea's
Ocean's and Sea's
by Eloisa
The Ocean and Sea keeps calling to me
A beautiful wet breeze from waves
much bigger than me
So open and free
Why can't it be me
Mountain's and springs
You know, those summer things
Laying between the tree's
You catch the best breeze
I watched a purple sky
Lined with red clouds
feels like a song to me
Almost as if you could see
heaven from the sea
A mound of beauty
Surrendering and pure
just enough to be reassurred
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Born In Manhattan, New York. Til I moved to The Bronx. I worked at the Bronx Zoo til I aged out then became a cashier In a Super Market on Ave. C. (sight of The Last Dragon) At 18 Married my sweet heart from age 16. Now single mother of 2 on Disability due a back injury and... Life is good I trust in the Lords plans everyday is a gift.
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