Monday, April 15, 2013

Pressing sand washed clean...

Revista Indigo
via Rebel Art
via thatgirllucy
silent zen star
Web of circling veins
Loosening the reins
Kicking sides to gain speed
And on the road she paved a trail

Her dreams took her far
Worries washed into waves
Pressed sand once rang deep
Salt swept past grains to clear space
Smooth and soft ready to be repressed
She stepped into her footprint

And off she rode far with pumping heart
Head to toe rushing beat
Into the night she kept heat

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