On the creaky
old board I flew
down the driveway
hitting,
feeling every crack
being hit!
and stopped by the
gravel at the end.
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She had beautiful
green eyes, the type that
remind you of the wild.
Her eyes a mossy
forest, I could get
lost in them forever.
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The happiness
of ice turning
into
water.
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The loud sound of
water on sand, sitting
back with a cup in your
hand. White foam filling
the top of the water
as they crash down.
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