Written March 6th, 2004
Seeing the water hiting rocks,
Watching the surface,
So clear and blue.
Hearing waves on the rocks,
Splashing against them
As the sides raise.
The wind blows
Through my hair
As I smell the air,
Fresh ocean breeze.
I stand alone
Feeling the breeze
On this cold dreary Pier.
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