Imagination

by Niccie   Jan 10, 2007


A soft gentle breeze blows,
Warm sand on my toes.
Boats sailing on the Sea,
As beautiful as can be.
To bad I'm not there,
To breathe that sweet fresh air.
I try to Imagine the beach,
But all I hear is cars going screetch.
All it is,
Is Imagination.

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