The Beach
And she slipped her hand in mine,
as the water flowed forth,
washing us back in time,
through a sea of dreams.
And we were as children,
digging for clams,
playing naked along the beach.
May 18, 2011
And she slipped her hand in mine,
as the water flowed forth,
washing us back in time,
through a sea of dreams.
And we were as children,
digging for clams,
playing naked along the beach.
May 18, 2011
Samuel DiPaola 
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