Monday, April 25, 2011

Peter turns

Your thorns were rubbed down overtime and time made them smooth and kind.
Today your rafts will pull in and fill pockets with salt and glossy shells.

Today the sun will hide so you may shine and dance in the dirt.
The splinters and frigid air will snooze. Grass will sing like passing ladies.

Today you can pull in the historic air and put down the heavy rocks.
Today sugar water drizzles into your mouth and smiles rise like evaporated water.

By - Alexandria Victoria Long

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