Saturday, December 15, 2012



Wading through the water
Walking through the sand
Waiting for the gypsy wind
To blow in towards land.
Each day I come to greet it
Each day I wait in vain
The only thing that meets me
Is a mist of salty rain.
Sometimes it comes to tease me
But it always slips away
Leaving me with an aching heart
Just to wait another day.
Wading through the water
And walking through the sand
Just the way you wanted
Just the way you planned.
      --Shayla Kwiatkowski, 1987

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