I’m dying to see
the blue horizon
through your hair floating
in the sea breeze
I’m dying to hear
the song of your heart
blended with the sound
of the breaking waves
I’m dying to watch
the sun’s rays caress your neck
make your skin
look like gold
I’m dying to sit
next to you in the warm sand
and whisper in your ear
how much I love you
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Storyteller on life, dreamer and star gazer. Editor, Scribe. thomasgaudex.com
Stories that matter. Emotion first and foremost.
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