Writing Block
A Collection of Poems and Thoughts
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
It was like landing on a pillow, our feet softly rooted in the silk sand,
horizon that reached until the end of the earth. We were like lizards.
Nothing could make us leave until the sinking, the last spot of sun.
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