Painted Isles

by eden   Jun 12, 2006


Waves crash on the beach,
and against bare feet.
Times ticks slow,
right out the window.
Birds call over head,
fish caught only by a thread.
Suns colors light up the sky,
now he's wishes he can fly.
Radiant colors of purple and pink,
slithers on the water,
ready to sink.

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