I am walking along a street, on soft asphalt, and <br />I am sticking heels into the zebra. <br />of the marquise on the other side firmly heated up. <br /> <br />the crescent shaped bun stuffed with the chocolate <br />is swimming in the shop, from the warmth, <br /> <br />one moment, and I will wet my legs at the edge, <br />and then, I will catch myself crests of wave <br />swimming of up on down, and I will feel blissful chill. <br /> <br />now, one bend and...welcomes me auriferous familiar <br />sand.your glasses, are covering with half a face. <br /> <br />but I can see the smile, from a distance, it is not... <br /> <br />a duplicate...<br /><br />Maria Barbara Korynt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/direction-beach/
