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Straw Hair
Contributed by
09kozioc
on
Saturday, 16th December 2006 @ 08:46:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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He presses his fingers into gray sand,
Beginning to twist and sculpt.
Waves pounding tympani rhythms against the rock,
Blue eyes shine with the fire of imagination.
Hands rhythmically pulling,
Bending, crunching.
His laughter floats above the waves,
Echoes across the wrinkled tidal sands.
At last, finished, he stands back,
The master admiring his work:
A towering fortress,
Felled by a single wave.
He laughs and reaches down to start again,
Yellow hair glinting in the sun like bleached straw.
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09kozioc
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2006-12-16 20:46:01]
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Re: Straw Hair
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by Xjordanary on
Monday, 24th August 2009 @ 07:56:06 PM AEST
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| wow you have captured the beach scene beautifully. I can relate to this in many ways as my childhood was spent near the shore. Touching. |
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Re: Straw Hair
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by VR2776 on
Thursday, 3rd September 2009 @ 04:00:46 PM AEST
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| Nice |
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