WavesA Poem by Michael Lopezhard at work doing nothing...The wind blows, while the praire grass surges. It seems like an endless ocean. Losing myself to my emotions. I find the tranquility of the flowing grass. As it hypnotizes when I watch. Walking waist deep, with hand skimming the top. I stumble over my thoughts. Only to be grounded with the force of reality. © 2008 Michael Lopez |
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Added on August 6, 2008 Author
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