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Beautiful Dream
 
The waves crest
in the distance
Forming soft white foam peaks
The evening sun
shines softly on the sand
I could watch it set for weeks

Away from everyday worry
In a paradise
I myself have found
The soft swish
of waves on the shore
Quietly resound

On the brink of civilization
a place
I find peace
My own secluded island
My own
beautiful dream.

Words used:
crest
Island
Resound
Brink

By Colored in Crimson

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Potpourri of Poetry (challenge has been closed)


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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Potpourri of Poetry (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Potpourri of Poetry (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Potpourri of Poetry (challenge has been closed)


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