movements of my lips tempting
to shout at sky up above; thinking
i stroke my chin; beard is gone
i draw a heart on wet sand but
waves quickly erase it; instant
i smile, i wave i keep in my mind
i pick smoothest stone around
pitch it towards ever watching sun
i saw it glide up; down many times
settles to deep; forgotten treasure
for moment it carries my dream
but funny i want it back again
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