Picnic on the beachA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoJoin me again under the swinging palm tree I'll bring the sweet nothings and enough ripe strawberries if you could bring the blanket and we can count the sail boats in the foggy distance while grains of sand will tickle our toes and the sunset will be buried beneath our sunburnt giggles.
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Added on February 6, 2023Last Updated on February 6, 2023 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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